Grin and Bear it: The Pains of being a Flight Attendant

I’ve always felt that teachers and cops were two professions that everyone should be force to work for a few months so that they could better appreciate what these people have to deal with on a daily basis. When I became a waiter shortly after college, I added that profession to the list.

Now that I’ve read a short column in Budget Travel called Confessions of . . . A Flight Attendant, I might want to force people to work that job as well.

Did you know, for example, that when a flight is delayed Flight Attendants don’t get paid for the extra hours? You think you’re having a bad day waiting in an airport for three hours? Try doing it while in uniform but being off the clock. Three hours of moaning passengers and you don’t get paid a dime to grin and bear it until you actually close the cabin doors. Ugh!

Or, how about working a job where anyone who wants to be pampered or otherwise attended to can simply press a button and you have to come running. More ice? Ding! A pillow? Ding! Are we there yet? Ding! I’m cold. Ding! Hey Baby, what hotel you staying at? Ding! Ding! Ding!!!!

Thank God for airport security because otherwise we’d see an epidemic of disgruntled airline employees gunning down their whiney passengers.