tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81589994478831071002024-09-05T06:32:20.803-07:00Cocohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11744250292677431915noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8158999447883107100.post-45385180614435881042011-09-01T08:43:00.000-07:002011-09-01T08:43:27.290-07:00

Hi everyone. Apologies for not posting on Monday - I was in Johannesburg, South Africa, and even though I could access my blog, it was such a short trip that I decided to make the most of my shopping experience instead of blogging. Guess who called me shortly before my flight was due to board? The Oil and Gas Manager!  He was on his way to New York and wanted to know if I was on duty

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One would think that anyone who flies business class would be a refined, high flying career person, a dignified money-bag, a classy celebrity, or such like. You'd hardly expect a business class passenger to get so visibly (and audibly) drunk in-flight, that fellow passengers and crew have to caution him repeatedly and even threaten to hand him over to the Police on landing. Well, I had a Mr

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Well, not exactly dating - we are not exclusive or anything serious like that - we are just into each other and like to hang out often. It's a long-standing, open-ended relationship, that was brought about as a result of work. We were, and still are, almost always on the same flights. For several months in a year, Mark (that's his name) and I would have the same flight schedules - travelling to

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Ironically, I attracted my very first business card. I had only been a couple of months with the airline when I sighted this young man in the Economy Cabin. He had an uncanny resemblance to my ex-boyfriend (we had split because he thought my job would disrupt our relationship). I kept walking to and fro the cabin just to stare look at him. At some point, his friend who was sitting next to him

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I joined the Airline 4 years ago, as a fresh University graduate. Many thought I was silly not to apply to the Graduate Programme instead. But I'd always wanted to be an Air Hostess. All those years of travelling on holidays - I admired the pretty cabin crew in their smart uniforms and short skirts. I paid rapt attention to in-flight safety demonstrations and knew most of them by heart, well

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So, I finally succumbed to the voices - the two sets of voices. The voices within my head urging, begging, and recently, screaming at me to start this, this, blog? journal? diary? whatever! To find a means of documenting or expressing my many adventures/escapades as an airline cabin crew. Then there are the physical voices too - of friends, colleagues, and family members, who enjoy listening

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