"work"

the airline i work for is short flight attendants...and so the last couple months i have been given more trips. i love my job, but i think almost any job that you do too much, will get to you at some point. maybe not. all i know is i love the flexibility that i have had in the past. i love the crazy people i meet on the planes. and i love layovers in monterey.
i had a four day trip last week...the first overnight was in hayden/steamboat/craig....the airport represents all three towns. ridiculous. we actually stay in craig...and that town has a lot of character. for instance the flight attendant and i walked down to the local thrift store, sticking out like a sore thumb, and a truck of red neck guys (i think they had a trailer of cows attached to the truck) pulled over to say hi to us. hi. then they ask, "ya girls wanna come to my sisters' wedin'"...um. no thanks.
the second night was in santa barbara...which is on my "places to live someday" list. we went in the hot tub that night, and woke up early the next morning to ride my bike to the beach, walked around state street. i came across a homeless person on the beach playing a cardboard guitar and singing along with his boom box into a fake stand up mic made out of trash. he was singing imagine by john lennon. he was loving it. and i dont blame him...how could you live in santa barbara and not be happy. there were people everywhere smiling, going on walks with their friends, playing volleyball. 10am on a wednesday. dont these people have jobs? i guess they may be thinking the same of me. all i know is that if i am ever homeless, the beach in santa barbara is definitely where i would set up camp.
and that brings me to our third night in monterey. i stepped out of the plane and took in the smell of ocean. although the overnight there is quite short, the hotel we stay at is lovely and the other flight attendant and i ventured out for a night on cannery row. which is known for its endless samples of clam chowder from about 10 or more nice seafood restaurants on this pier. is was a full moon and a beautiful night. i just love being near the ocean.
on the flight home i had the famous peter noone in my first class...in case you are unfamiliar he was in the legendary sixtys pop band, herman's hermits. his classic hits include: "im in to something good," "ms. brown, you've got a lovely daughter," "im henry the 8th i am," "there's a kind of hush," "cant you hear my heart beat." ok ok...so i didnt actually recognize him, but my captain informed me, and pete and i are now friends.
as i walk in the door to my home sweet home, my friends ask, how was work?
oh, you know. it was good.