I love my friends!

My bro, C, Duf, DJS, Lucia, Ron & all you others that don't respond...

I love you.

What's the secret of life? Friends.

You make the great stuff greater and the tough stuff less tough. Thank you for your kind and encouraging words. I haven't cried much in this whole ordeal, but today I did because my heart was touched.

Maybe it was pure exhaustion? Finally I got a day off. Want a story? Yeah you do...it's been a while.

I ended my 3 day trip that took me to Canada on New Years, Nebraska on New Years day, then home on the 2nd. I took off again the 3rd to sit ready reserve in Salt Lake City. Lately there has been issues at the gate everytime I try to check in for a deadhead. Trying to get to SLC was no exception.
Guess what? Not only did I get on the plane, but it happened again! First Class. Oh yeah!!!!
Man it is sooo much nicer up there. I only take up half the seat! I was able to stretch out and take a nap.
In Salt Lake I was so excited because Crew Support only wanted me to work 1 flight to Fresno and overnight there to sit reserve the next day. If only I would have actually gotten to do that, but no. As it turned out they changed my schedule and deadheaded me to LAX to work the Brasilia instead. When I thought I was going to Fresno, I called up Savanna and we made plans to hang out because she had it off. It would have been sweet! I miss her.

So I worked 4 flights yesterday on the "bro" (aka..brasilia) and deadheaded back to Sacramento. I got home late and slept in until 8am today. The next two days are reserve.
So let's see...what interesting things happened this time? Well, one guy said he wanted to buy me dinner...and a car. I joked, what kind of car?
Another thing is that I got lost in the LAX airport and had to call crew support for help.
You're a lost soul! she laughed. I was also sweaty because I had been running from terminal 5 to 6 trying to find my plane. It was departure time and I had no idea where to go. Usually I have a crew to follow, but not this time. I figured my crew was on the airplane wondering where their FA was. However, when I called crew support they told me that my round trip to Santa Maria that they had flown me in for was cancelled. Great. Would have been nice if they would have told me!

Well, not all was lost. I did still have the 4 legs to do the next day. So now the only trouble was trying to find the hotel shuttle.
Let me just repeat myself.... I HATE L.A.!!!
After more running and sweating and searching through a sea of shuttles, mine arrived and took me to my room...the one with a sleep number bed. ahhh. Even in this huge place, I ended up meeting my crew on the same shuttle. What a jerk.
The captain asked me..."So how long are you with us tomorrow? We are doing 7 legs."
"Just 4 legs." I answered.
"Sweet!" he said. "I wonder who else we'll get stuck with?"
I let out a shocked Uhhh sound and said, "well, this is not exactly what I wanted either. I hate L.A." The first officer laughed.

On the 2nd leg of the day, we landed back in LAX after coming in from Santa Maria. It was honestly the WORST landing ever. It even made me say out loud "WHOA!" I made a joke in my announcment.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to Los Angelos. The local time is approx. 9:55am. We will be taxing for a few more minutes while Capt. Kangaroo bounces us to the gate!"

Once I opened the flight deck door, I asked whose landing that was.
My stupid captain turned around and asked me if I could do any better. I said no, closed the door and called him a jerk under my breath.