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Organised chaos is the way to live

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People often ask me why I chose to work as cabin crew, seeing as the constant human contact and changes of schedule might not be the best for an introvert with an almost pathological fear of missing appointments. Yes, the prospect of travelling is a huge plus but still! How do you deal with the difficulties? Well, dear reader, to answer the first half of this question….. I am a spectacular liar. No, I do not make a habit of making up stories of embellishing the truth. I am however very good as lying about myself. People expect me to be friendly on the job, so sure! I can lie and be friendly, even act like the prospect of being around people without reprieve for, sometimes eleven or twelve hours, is not just easy but also welcome. After, these people will likely never see them again. It also helps that much as I am not comfortable around people, I love listening to stories. Like with travelling, I will put up with A LOT if it means that by the end of it I’ll have a good tale to come back to. Still hate when people get over-friendly though…. Like, we just met? Why the hell are you hugging me like we went to school together?

As for the second bit, yes I enjoy routine to an extent. I like knowing that, if a day goes spectacularly bad, I’ll have a few certainties to fall back to. That however is not the same as needing a schedule to function. Quite the contrary, I operate best when under pressure. Give an adrenaline shot and the need to improvise on the spot and you’ll have me at my best (at least not when research is involved). If I have to chuck the rulebook out the closest window, even better. This was actually on my greatest challenges during training: The Rules. For me they are something to pay attention to, take into consideration and respect. After all, they were put down  for a reason, however obscure it is. And I’d never ignore them just for the giggles if there was a safety issue. But following them like they’re the Bible (or any other religious text of your choice…)? No thanks. Best way to get me to poke at something is to tell me not to question it. Juvenile on my part perhaps, but I’ve always learnt better when I understood the why before the how.

And to build on that I have to question (heh!) something I heard near the end of the first part of my training. Our instructor gave us a personality test, one of the fancy ones that modern companies love and yet is not that far from those I used to take on teen magazines. I’ll spare you the gory details but my results could be summed up as:

  • “give me the facts”
  • “spare me the sob story”
  • “screw the rules, we need results”

And all that to the surprise of no one exactly… What did come to a surprise to me was that, apparently, when it comes to cabin crew airlines like the so-called “fluffy bunnies”. And I don’t mean this as an insult, it’s literally how the type was summed up by the quiz. You know the ones! Super empathetic, super nice, make amazing crying shoulders and, if you’re like me, you avoid them like the plague lest they suffocate you. Absolute sweethearts and gods of customer service/placating but frankly I wouldn’t trust them with a flashlight in an emergency. I’m talking about the general type here, not anyone in particular. I have no doubt there are people out there who go from marshmallow to absolute badass at the drop of the hat. I just wonder, even taking the importance, nay vitality, of happy customers into account, you’d prefer a personality type with a tendency to crack under pressure as your primary choice. Especially considering how important safety is.

Am I being too cynical? Probably. I’ve never been one to trust people explicitly, especially people who’s first question is “how are you feeling?!” instead of “how can we solve the problem?”. Tough love is a thing, you know. A wonderful, wonderful thing.

 

On a completely unrelated note, Thor 3 will be coming out the day after I return from my next trip. Expect ravings of the extra fangirlish, super tired type, as  I ignore my minor jetlag and major lack of sleep to drag myself to the closest cinema and enjoy the cinematic version of the End-All (sorta….not really) before the actual End-All comes up and collectively kicks our asses.

I’m going to Dublin!

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For a field trip. Staying only one night. It will probably be the most tiring trip ever. I have to meet-up with the rest of the class at 4:30 in the ever-loving morning. There’ll be -shudder- oral presentations.

WHO CARES? I’M GOING TO IRELAND.

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Just a short post to let everyone know. I’ll probably be flooding Facebook with pictures but I’ll if I can’t save some of the better ones for here. I’m hoping there’ll be Wi-Fi on the hotel. And ugh, roaming charges. Now, that’s the part I’m not looking forward to.

Most of my excitement for this Blitzkrieg of a visit to the Emerald Island stems from the fact that I’ve always wanted to go there. I just hope it doesn’t rain. With all the walking we’ll be doing the last thing we need is soggy socks.

Anyway… I’ve packing to do and arrangements to make so I’ll sign off.

See ya all later!

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Have YOU packed a suitcase this week?

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I’m flying back to England tomorrow and we just about finished packing. No, I’m not flying with company (that is unless you don’t count the constantly fluctuating number of voices in my head…). Only packing a suitcase is a bit of a team sport here at home base. Yes, I’m a capable 22-year-old, thank you very much. But I’m also a Leo (star signs do matter, you know). And if daddy dearest offers to help (and mum too, but mums are like that anyway), who am I to say no?

My vaguely nine-year-old-sounding ramblings aside, the truth of the matter is that every time I fly from Athens I bring munchies back. Enough munchies to last me for a month! 😉 And I defy you to argue the matter with my mother and grandmother. I don’t. I smile, make sure there’s space in the suitcase and rejoice in having less cooking/shopping to do for a while. I am still a student and I intend to play that card for all that it’s worth!

Between you and me, that’s also why I tend to fly (when I can) with British Airways. It’s not the halfway decent tea they serve. It’s the extra 3kg in luggage allowance. I get why in discount airlines, luggage allowances are one of the first things to be curtailed. But it’s also one of those precious, precious moments in life when I can be entirely rational and irrational at the same time. Like I said, I understand why they do it. On the other hand, as a privileged person, I feel personally offended that they put constraints in how impossibly heavy my suitcase is. Am I the only one? Or is this another one of these “adult” things everyone keeps talking about?

Haha, I don’t know of it’s a coincidence or whatever but lately my Facebook feed has been practically flooded with “how to adult” jokes, gifs, comics, rants from friends, my old rants (thank you Facebook memories, NOT!) My absolute favourite has to be the nugget that greeted me this morning when notifications were screaming more annoyingly than the third snooze call in the morning…

Sums it up, doesn’t it? You know, I kind of like adding gifs now that I’ve figured out how… Maybe I should start building up my collection…

Until then, I’ll see you all when I’m back in the UK!

Lia. ^_^

In which there is packing. Again!

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It appears that I cannot go for any respectable amount of time without being required to pack a suitcase….And don’t get me wrong! I love travelling. What I don’t love is trying to predict what I might need for a year in an unfamiliar city, all the while keeping in mind airline weight restrictions. Yeah…In other news Yours Truly is packing to leave for her postgrad degree.

Ugh, I do NOT want to go upstairs and face my suitcase. I mean, I leave on Friday so I still have some time to procrastinate but it doesn’t help when every day somebody will remember yet another thing I should “definitely take with me”. No, I’m not leaving my clothes behind in order to load on office supplies (even if they a lot cheaper here…).

And  yes, I have planned my schedule for both the travelling and the moving in days. In exhausting detail I might. I need not recap it every other day. I get that this is a stressful time but man I just want to watch Naruto or go for a walk.

Times like this I dream for Hermione Granger’s bigger-on-the-inside bag more than ever. Just shove everything in a tiny purse and be done with it. Could somebody look in the idea for me?

Boxes

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Square and rectangular, cardboard and plastic,

Labelled or clean – Does it truly matter?

Another year’s end; for me that’s July.

Another round of packing,

Another new room to make my own.

 

People keep asking me to set down roots,

To make long term commitments,

Register for this, sign up for that,

Find a relationship (now that would be something!).

But how can I do anything, commit to anyone

When next year, for all I know, I won’t be in the country?

 

I do love travelling, I wouldn’t mind living off a suitcase.

There is always the excitement (why can’t I EVER spell that word?)

Of making a house your new home. And yet,

Even as I tie loose ends and shift

Three years’ worth of memories, I wonder.

When will the last box be finally be unpacked?