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Tuesday July 18th:
I went to work at 8:45am. An exact eight hour turn from getting off the night before. Now, normally I am in accounting every day I work, but they have been training people in the office like madmen because we have no coverage on Thursdays and Fridays (I have Wednesday, Thursday and Friday off, as per my schedule). As a result, Shanna is brought in on my days to be in accounting to train people in there as she is the primary coach in the accounting office and I am the secondary coach. ANYHOW,
I did not get a lunch until 9:30PM. Now, let's all do math, folks. That is 12 hours and forty five minutes after my shift started. Now, this lunch I speak of is inclusive of any sort of break as well. I worked nonstop. Non-fucking-stop. Why? Why????!?!?
Air Traffic Control in Los Angeles lost power.
No radar, no radio. For 5 hours. Half of all flights nationwide were delayed. One fifth of all flights globally were affected. That is including all airlines. No, no. Not just Alaska. All airlines. It was chaos. I remember checking people in at 8:45am and seeing them at 9:00pm because they were still waiting for a flight to the LAX AREA (Burbank, Long Beach, Orange County, LAX, and Ontario) because flights then started canceling because Alaska needed to get some of the planes at our gates to other destinations because we needed to create room at our gates because we had inbounds from other areas coming in. People were yelling at me non-stop. "What about (insert area here)?" No ma'am. Air Traffic Control is out. We cannot fly until they are up and running. "Well, what about other airlines?" No sir, no one is taking off. LAX DOESN'T HAVE POWER!!
I received my lunch only because my lead told myself and Krystal (a probationary agent who has only been on the concourse for about 3 weeks and was phenomenal) to leave and Chelsie, my lead, would handle the three flights the two of us were working at our one gate. I make an announcement that Chelsie would answer all questions for a little while at the gate Chelsie was manning. Most of the horde went to her, but one gentleman comes to me to ask a question, to which I politely tell him that Chelsie is more than willing to help him and that I am trying to get my first chance to eat or drink something in over twelve hours. His reply:
"I have no sympathy for you. I have been here since 5pm and you people have canceled my flight and made me miss dinner with my family." I politely told him he was a jerk, and if he wanted to complain, my lead, Chelsie, would be more than happy to assist him over at the other gate, where she was helping all the other passengers.
That is just about how everyone was to me on Tuesday. The worst day I have had thus far at Alaska Airlines.
On the other hand, I have met a boy who I rather like. I have gone out with him a couple of times now. Dinners, movies, drinks. No sex. Taking at slow as possible. Well, as slow as two gay men can.
I went to work at 8:45am. An exact eight hour turn from getting off the night before. Now, normally I am in accounting every day I work, but they have been training people in the office like madmen because we have no coverage on Thursdays and Fridays (I have Wednesday, Thursday and Friday off, as per my schedule). As a result, Shanna is brought in on my days to be in accounting to train people in there as she is the primary coach in the accounting office and I am the secondary coach. ANYHOW,
I did not get a lunch until 9:30PM. Now, let's all do math, folks. That is 12 hours and forty five minutes after my shift started. Now, this lunch I speak of is inclusive of any sort of break as well. I worked nonstop. Non-fucking-stop. Why? Why????!?!?
Air Traffic Control in Los Angeles lost power.
No radar, no radio. For 5 hours. Half of all flights nationwide were delayed. One fifth of all flights globally were affected. That is including all airlines. No, no. Not just Alaska. All airlines. It was chaos. I remember checking people in at 8:45am and seeing them at 9:00pm because they were still waiting for a flight to the LAX AREA (Burbank, Long Beach, Orange County, LAX, and Ontario) because flights then started canceling because Alaska needed to get some of the planes at our gates to other destinations because we needed to create room at our gates because we had inbounds from other areas coming in. People were yelling at me non-stop. "What about (insert area here)?" No ma'am. Air Traffic Control is out. We cannot fly until they are up and running. "Well, what about other airlines?" No sir, no one is taking off. LAX DOESN'T HAVE POWER!!
I received my lunch only because my lead told myself and Krystal (a probationary agent who has only been on the concourse for about 3 weeks and was phenomenal) to leave and Chelsie, my lead, would handle the three flights the two of us were working at our one gate. I make an announcement that Chelsie would answer all questions for a little while at the gate Chelsie was manning. Most of the horde went to her, but one gentleman comes to me to ask a question, to which I politely tell him that Chelsie is more than willing to help him and that I am trying to get my first chance to eat or drink something in over twelve hours. His reply:
"I have no sympathy for you. I have been here since 5pm and you people have canceled my flight and made me miss dinner with my family." I politely told him he was a jerk, and if he wanted to complain, my lead, Chelsie, would be more than happy to assist him over at the other gate, where she was helping all the other passengers.
That is just about how everyone was to me on Tuesday. The worst day I have had thus far at Alaska Airlines.
On the other hand, I have met a boy who I rather like. I have gone out with him a couple of times now. Dinners, movies, drinks. No sex. Taking at slow as possible. Well, as slow as two gay men can.