being a bum becomes of me

I've officially become a bum. I've been in my pajamas for three days now (don't worry, I've been taking shower) but since I haven't been working (my work haven't used me and I didn't pick up any flights when I was on my day off), I've been pretty much in front of my laptop for the most of 3 days...surfing the net, joining radio rewards program and watching movies. I should read but I figure I do that in the plane anyway. I've been lazy so I haven't been outside my crashpad, plus I don't really have money to spend. Whenever I leave my crashpad, chances are that I'll be spending money. I can't wait until I'm out of reserves and become a line holder so I can go back to school, and maybe get a second job. It's nice to be a bum once in a while but I need to get back to my workaholic self before this gig of being a bum becomes of me.

To dream or not to dream

Ok, so I woke up this morning all freaked out. I don't want to voice my concern but i just needed to let it out which is why I'm blogging it instead. Last night 2 of my roommates and I went to see the movie "The Hills Have Eyes." The movie wasn't scary...a little disturbing and a little sad, not all together bad but could've been better...but definitely not scary. Anyhow, last night (or early this morning, we got back at our crashpad late), I had a terrible dream, more like a nightmare. It wasn't about the movie. It was about my dad. I dreamt that he died. It's still hard for me to even type this. In my dream, I was crying so hard and I really felt the emotion even up until I woke up. I wasn't crying when I woke up but I was sooo glad when I realized that it was just a dream. I prayed to God that all my loved ones were ok and all in good condition. I fell asleep again and when I woke up again, I prayed again. We had a time difference so I didn't want to call too early. I tried to come up with what to say when I call my dad. I needed to hear his voice and know for sure that he was ok. I needed the April 8th weekend off for his bday and house warming so when I found out that my schedule for next month was up and that I actually had the days off, I called him and told him that I would be coming home. It was so good to hear his voice and I was really relieved. He was working at the time and I made sure that I didn't hang up without saying that I loved him. I can't wait till I'm home again and I can hug him even though I was home just a week ago.

Well, since I made sure that he was ok, I looked up the web to see if my dream had meaning. I know it's silly but any meaning other than the literal from my dream would be acceptable. So far, here's what I found:

Death
To dream about the death of a loved one, suggests that you are lacking a certain aspect or quality that the loved one embodies. Ask yourself what makes this person special or what do you like about him. It is that very quality that you are lacking in your own relationship or circumstances. Alternatively, it indicates that whatever that person represents has no part in your own life.

Father
To see your father in your dream, symbolizes authority and protection. It suggests that you need to be more self-reliant. Consider also your waking relationship with your father.
To dream that your father is dead, forewarns that you need to proceed with caution in conducting your business.

I'll take it so long that my dream doesn't really involve my dad and it just pertains on my way of living. For some people, to dream is to escape reality. But if my dreams are worse than my reality, I'd rather not sleep. Oh, to dream or not to dream...

life's definitely looking up

Wow, it seems like I've been posting only every other month. Well, I still don't have a computer. I'm using my roommate's laptop...she's on a trip.

My career started slow, having had a lot of sit time in January but it soon picked up in February. I've been working and playing! Although my January was a bit dull, it's highlight was going to Ellis Island and visiting the Statue of Liberty on the 30th of January with my roommates, my February definitely picked up. I went home for a few days on my days off on the first week of February. One of the days I was a reserve, scheduling called me at 4:30 am to fly to DAY. It was only one leg going there and we would have a nice layover, and then fly back the next day. As the blizzard covered east coast 24 inches of snow, our flight the next day got delayed from morning to afternoon. When we finally got to the airport at about 3pm, we found out that our flight was cancelled. We spent another day in DAY, where sun was up and 20 degrees warmer than east coast. No complains.

I also got assigned a 4-day trip and on its last day, we worked the flight from MSY to IAH. Instead of deadheading back to base as the schedule said, I decided to get released in IAH instead and turnaround to catch the next flight to SFO. I stayed and hang out with my friends there and was even able to hike!

And my favorite trip so far was my 3-day trip to SEA. I worked one leg to SEA, had a 40-hour layover in downtown, and worked one leg back. Sweet. It was also the cleanest downtown I've ever been so far. SEA is definitely one of the places I don't mind living in.

I just got done with my 3-day trip. It was nothing exciting...more like tiring, really. Yesterday, on our last flight, we were sitting for 5 hours because of the delay. Today, one of my roommates in the crashpad moved out already. He got his transfer to another base where he lives. I miss him already. It's so cool to have gay roommates (I had two-down to one) who were past their girly days and not flambouyant anymore. They're 37 and 38 years old. I love them dearly.

So, on my short stint as flight attendant, so far I've learned:
1) It's not fun to drag your rollerboard and tote bag on snow covered - or even just icy - ground.
2) Never leave for a trip without my beanie hat, gloves, scarf, light sweater, coat, running shoes and bathing suit.
3) I only like snow when watching it fall from the inside of my crashpad with hot chocolate on my hand.
4) I like working first class.
5) I get 10% discount in any airport store and restaurant.

What I've left in aircraft so far:
1) My inflight manual (it was soon left in my v-file before I even realized I had lost it...bad!)
2) My apron (sigh...I know I won't find that again)
3) My PA chi-chi (not a problem, I can print another one)

Well, I think that pretty much summarized what I've been upto so far. Can't wait 'til summer when all these ice melt and I could have layover in more exotic place. Yup, life's definitely looking up.