I love it when you give me things, you should give me wedding rings
I never did get around to talking about those crazy few days at my job last week so here they are. Hopefully they sound as interesting typed up, as they did when I actually lived through them.
July 13th- my day started off pretty easy. I started off my 2 day trip going to Ottawa and back without any instances. I was supposed to have 3 more legs before going to huntsville to stay the night. Me and the crew had our little stop for lunch in Detroit before taking off for Omaha. Most of the flight went okay until about 20 minutes before landing. The captain got on the PA and said that there was severe thunderstorms over Omaha and we were trying to circle around until they went away but we were running out of gas so we were going to divert to Des Monies, get some gas and wait on the ground until the storms went away and take off again. Everything sounded okay, until we started hitting REALLY bad turbulence. I was strapped (and by strapped I mean I have a lap belt and a harness) into my seat and I could still feel myself coming out of my seat. It was a very weird thing, because one minute I was sitting there watching this man in 2c sleeping with his eyes open, and then the next I'm feeling a little scared because I can feel myself being pulled out of my seat. There was a man in 6c that kept laughing, like he was having the time of his life. We landed and I walked through the plane trying to make sure everyone was calm. Everyone seemed okay, mostly pretty cheery surprisingly and just ready to go home. We took off for a second time. I was told not to get out of my seat at all in case we hit any unexpected turbulence, and that the flight was only 20 minutes. The climb up only seemed a little bumpy but otherwise the first 10 minutes of the ride weren't too bad. Once we started our decent it got bad. I mean horrible. I don't have a window by where my jump seat is, but apparently the plane was being jolted from side to side at 45% angles. The lights in the cabin were flickering on and off, people were screaming and vomiting everywhere. A few people were crying. I remember the coffee pot was less than half full, and I could see it from where I was sitting flying out of the pot and splashing all over the galley wall that is about 5 feet away. I was trying really hard to go over my evacuation procedures, but I was too scared to think of anything. I remember looking up for the old man in 6c, he wasn't laughing anymore, he just looked scared, and the man behind him was screaming and pointing at me like it was my fault. That scared me even more, I thought for sure if we didn't crash, that man was going to kill me when we landed. I could see people getting thrown from their seats. I remember once I just screamed "make sure your seat belts are on low and tight!" I'm sure it was a stupid thing to say, but I had no idea what else to do. I heard the landing gear drop, and thought we were going to land, but as I heard the engines slow down, the plane turned really quick and then then engines sped up very quickly. Apparently we flew through a little tornado. We ended up diverting again to Lincoln. As soon as it was okay, I got out of my seat. A few people were hurt from hitting their heads on the over head bins (I think only one lady was bleeding thank god) and everyone was just really scared and wanting to get off the plane. They ended up busing them from Lincoln to Omaha. The man that yelled at me ended up telling me he thought I was very sweet and him and his wife (and a few other passengers actually) gave me a hug when they got off the plane. I asked the pilot if he was scared when we got to the hotel, yes, and that he told me he called his mom in the air. Yikes. I called a few people when I landed, just in case I was going to die the next day.
July 14th- Since we were diverted, we didn't have to fly passengers on the plane back to Detroit. I was pretty happy about that since I've never flown on a plane with no people on it. Also I got to sit up front with the guys. That was pretty interesting. I asked to push buttons a lot, and got to see what it looks like to land on the runway from up front. Most of the flight I sat and read a book. It's kind of boring! After that I had a long sit before doing an out and back before I could go home. It was too Roanoke. We got there with mostly no problems. Aside from the lady crying about her leg, everything was fine. Everyone got off the plane, I cleaned it up and they got everyone on. Once everyone was on, I started my announcements only to find out that we had to sit there for 30 minutes before we could take off because the weather was bad in Detroit. 30 minutes usually goes by pretty quick so I started cleaning up my galley, getting all my paperwork situated and so on. Then the guys said it was going to be another HOUR before we could take off after the initial 30 minutes went by. I started walking through the cabin making sure people were as comfortable as possible, seeing if anyone needed blankets or whatever when this lady stopped me and asked me to come sit by her for a while. I did and at first it was nice because she told me she was going to Paris. I told her I knew some French so she was practicing some phrases with me and things like that. After that we started to have some small talk and she told me how over half of the passengers on the plane were flying on a mission to Paris to convert people, and wouldn't leave me alone about it after that. So for the rest of the time we sat on the ground, the lady told me that I should quit my job and "Fly for God!" I'm not kidding. I didn't end up getting off work until almost 9p.m. that night, and I was ready to go home and pass out for the rest of my natural life.
I didn't make it to the Spirit open house because work made me come in so that is bad news. I've got my fingers crossed that they will have one again soon. And the other bad news is that I have a jury summons for next Tuesday. Apparently I am having really bad luck this month.
I'm really really anxious today for some reason. I feel like I'm waiting for something. There is nothing going on that I should be waiting for, which makes the feeling even weirder...
I could probably tell a few more stories, but I think I'm going to go over to my aunts house to go swimming!
July 13th- my day started off pretty easy. I started off my 2 day trip going to Ottawa and back without any instances. I was supposed to have 3 more legs before going to huntsville to stay the night. Me and the crew had our little stop for lunch in Detroit before taking off for Omaha. Most of the flight went okay until about 20 minutes before landing. The captain got on the PA and said that there was severe thunderstorms over Omaha and we were trying to circle around until they went away but we were running out of gas so we were going to divert to Des Monies, get some gas and wait on the ground until the storms went away and take off again. Everything sounded okay, until we started hitting REALLY bad turbulence. I was strapped (and by strapped I mean I have a lap belt and a harness) into my seat and I could still feel myself coming out of my seat. It was a very weird thing, because one minute I was sitting there watching this man in 2c sleeping with his eyes open, and then the next I'm feeling a little scared because I can feel myself being pulled out of my seat. There was a man in 6c that kept laughing, like he was having the time of his life. We landed and I walked through the plane trying to make sure everyone was calm. Everyone seemed okay, mostly pretty cheery surprisingly and just ready to go home. We took off for a second time. I was told not to get out of my seat at all in case we hit any unexpected turbulence, and that the flight was only 20 minutes. The climb up only seemed a little bumpy but otherwise the first 10 minutes of the ride weren't too bad. Once we started our decent it got bad. I mean horrible. I don't have a window by where my jump seat is, but apparently the plane was being jolted from side to side at 45% angles. The lights in the cabin were flickering on and off, people were screaming and vomiting everywhere. A few people were crying. I remember the coffee pot was less than half full, and I could see it from where I was sitting flying out of the pot and splashing all over the galley wall that is about 5 feet away. I was trying really hard to go over my evacuation procedures, but I was too scared to think of anything. I remember looking up for the old man in 6c, he wasn't laughing anymore, he just looked scared, and the man behind him was screaming and pointing at me like it was my fault. That scared me even more, I thought for sure if we didn't crash, that man was going to kill me when we landed. I could see people getting thrown from their seats. I remember once I just screamed "make sure your seat belts are on low and tight!" I'm sure it was a stupid thing to say, but I had no idea what else to do. I heard the landing gear drop, and thought we were going to land, but as I heard the engines slow down, the plane turned really quick and then then engines sped up very quickly. Apparently we flew through a little tornado. We ended up diverting again to Lincoln. As soon as it was okay, I got out of my seat. A few people were hurt from hitting their heads on the over head bins (I think only one lady was bleeding thank god) and everyone was just really scared and wanting to get off the plane. They ended up busing them from Lincoln to Omaha. The man that yelled at me ended up telling me he thought I was very sweet and him and his wife (and a few other passengers actually) gave me a hug when they got off the plane. I asked the pilot if he was scared when we got to the hotel, yes, and that he told me he called his mom in the air. Yikes. I called a few people when I landed, just in case I was going to die the next day.
July 14th- Since we were diverted, we didn't have to fly passengers on the plane back to Detroit. I was pretty happy about that since I've never flown on a plane with no people on it. Also I got to sit up front with the guys. That was pretty interesting. I asked to push buttons a lot, and got to see what it looks like to land on the runway from up front. Most of the flight I sat and read a book. It's kind of boring! After that I had a long sit before doing an out and back before I could go home. It was too Roanoke. We got there with mostly no problems. Aside from the lady crying about her leg, everything was fine. Everyone got off the plane, I cleaned it up and they got everyone on. Once everyone was on, I started my announcements only to find out that we had to sit there for 30 minutes before we could take off because the weather was bad in Detroit. 30 minutes usually goes by pretty quick so I started cleaning up my galley, getting all my paperwork situated and so on. Then the guys said it was going to be another HOUR before we could take off after the initial 30 minutes went by. I started walking through the cabin making sure people were as comfortable as possible, seeing if anyone needed blankets or whatever when this lady stopped me and asked me to come sit by her for a while. I did and at first it was nice because she told me she was going to Paris. I told her I knew some French so she was practicing some phrases with me and things like that. After that we started to have some small talk and she told me how over half of the passengers on the plane were flying on a mission to Paris to convert people, and wouldn't leave me alone about it after that. So for the rest of the time we sat on the ground, the lady told me that I should quit my job and "Fly for God!" I'm not kidding. I didn't end up getting off work until almost 9p.m. that night, and I was ready to go home and pass out for the rest of my natural life.
I didn't make it to the Spirit open house because work made me come in so that is bad news. I've got my fingers crossed that they will have one again soon. And the other bad news is that I have a jury summons for next Tuesday. Apparently I am having really bad luck this month.
I'm really really anxious today for some reason. I feel like I'm waiting for something. There is nothing going on that I should be waiting for, which makes the feeling even weirder...
I could probably tell a few more stories, but I think I'm going to go over to my aunts house to go swimming!