I haven’t been writing a lot in my blog because I only feel inspired to write about airline stuff when I’m actually flying. When I’m off for a while, the airlines and the job are the last thing on my mind. A few people have given me shit about that so this entry is about how much I love not flying.
And this is why I haven’t been flying. In April and May I held a schedule that went to Tokyo Haneda. Most of my trips in April cancelled due to the radiation and in May they cancelled due to the extremely light flight loads. June was an on-call month so July is the first time since March that I’m really having to fly. I’m not going to lie, it’s been wonderful. True, I had to sacrifice my vacation for 2012 to get paid for all the cancelled trips this Spring, but it was worth it to live like a desperate housewife for two months.
I’ve discovered in these last few weeks that I can very easily spend days at a time in my house all by myself. I’ll get into a habit of editing photos, printing photos, framing photos, working on my book, playing video games, chatting with people worldwide on the internet. For awhile I’d only go outside to lay out in the backyard for an hour and then come right back in. I wouldn’t even put on a bathing suit, just boxer briefs. No one seemed to mind. I don’t really shower or shave during this time but no one is around to complain. All this month people have commented on how tan and healthy I look. The secret? Being a creepy recluse.
So I figure I got a little glimpse of what it’ll be like when I finally win the lottery. I thought I’d get bored without a job but I found out that’s not true at all. I can keep myself busy with all my projects and Call of Duty fills in the gaps. I think that’s why I want to win the lottery so badly, not for the riches, but just for the leisure time it’d offer.
Now I’m back to a normal routine though. I get to come home twice a month for five or six days each time. The first day is usually spent doing nothing. After sleeping in hotel rooms on layovers and then in a bunk bed at the crash pad in New York, it’s so nice to just lounge around in a big house, all by myself… finally. Sleeping in a king sized bed is a treat you cannot fully appreciate until you spend the majority of your nights in the top bunk of a bunk bed with several other people in the room, or in a hotel bed that you just know hasn’t been cleaned as well as you’d like.
After a day or two of being anti-social I’ll usually find out what my friends are up to and the rest of the evenings will be spent with them. I’ll never go to bed before 3am and never wake up before noon. I’ll always make sure I do something with my Mom as well, last night was Olive Garden.
Today seven friends and I are heading down to the Guadalupe River for a weekend of decadence. We have a rent house on the water and enough food, drink, and accessories to last us a full week, even though we’ll just be there two nights. Two of the people going I went to Kindergarten with. These people are very important to me and I always make sure I see them every time I come home. Pals.
The party will end Monday morning and I’ll have to immediately head back to the airport and catch a flight to New York JFK. I’ll sleep for a couple of hours in the Quiet Room and then sign in for my trip to Zurich that evening and just like that, it’s back to reality! Twelve days in a row of flying and then I get another little Austin vacation July 24-29. That’s how it goes, you cram as much as you can into your time at home, including doing nothing time. You cram as much as you can into your layovers abroad. In between work trips I usually have about twenty hours in NYC so I’ll make sure I see my friends there for dinner, a movie, or drinks. It just never stops. Ever. I’m not sure it ever will, until I win the lottery.
Then you try to think of a way to actually enjoy your flying benefits, maybe plan a trip to Egypt like I’m trying to do right now. Friends and family in other cities want you to come visit and don’t understand when you say it’s hard to find the time. Yeah, we may only work 15-18 days out of the month but when you take into consideration all the commuting time and alone time you need to decompress, you really don’t have that much time to fly somewhere else, especially when you just want to be at home in your house that you’re spending a lot of money on.
Besides, on your days off being at an airport is the last place you want to be. Being on an airplane sounds like torture.
I still haven’t figured out a way to date anyone living like this. I’m not in Austin enough to date anyone here. I’m not in New York enough to date anyone there. Even if all my trips were to one city, I wouldn’t be there enough to see someone there either. I get why stewardesses have a guy/girl in every city. I don’t have that, but I can see the benefits.
My last girlfriend was a flight attendant and that’s as good as it gets unless your partner has money and you don’t have to fly a full schedule. You can reasonably date someone if you’re lucky enough to live in the city where you’re based, but if you’re a commuting flight attendant, forget about it, you’re doing to die alone. You aren’t even around enough to get a cat.