Aiming High

As my introduction post mentioned, I am in a state of major transition right now.  The two jobs I've held through and after college are no longer cutting it for me, and neither is the small University town that I've called home for the past 6 1/2 (!) years.  As a result, for the past few months I've been racking my brains trying to find something that would make me give up the almost total freedom from job-related responsibility that I have enjoyed since mid-2008 (who doesn't love the ability to decide to take a handful of 2 week trips throughout the year, every year?!). 

I have tentatively decided that my first move will be to Phoenix and have been applying for numerous (...25...) jobs over the past few months.  Of all of those jobs, the only one that I literally dream of at night is to be a Flight Attendant.  I applied over 3 weeks ago and am anxiously awaiting a response, while finding myself watching all manner of Flight Attendant or plane themed movies, the good, the bad and the ugly... 

I am one of the few people who honestly and whole-heartedly loves airports - the way they all smell and look the same.  The way you can find things you'd never imagine finding in a lowly airport on display there - while wandering through an airport during a layover, I once turned around and found myself staring at the robe Martin Luther King Jr. was wearing when he gave his "I Have a Dream" speech... in an airport!  I love the possiblity that airports contain.  I even love the bitter-sweet and subdude feeling of isolation that I usually have when I'm in an airport. 

I am also a fan of all things old-fashioned and kitschy.  Although I'm not saying that objectification and sexual harassment gives me those warm-fuzzy feelings of nostalgia, there is something fantastically kitschy about the role flight attendants used to play.  I'll leave you with a few great images of those glam Stewardesses of days gone by...

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Wish Me Luck!