Best part of the trip

So I'm home, but I didn't have much time to write until now. Work is still a bear . . .oh well. I wish I was like OM and had a summer vacation to look forward to.


Anyway,


The best part of the trip was the flight home! I had a lot of fun chatting with the flight attendant since I was seated in the very last row right beside the aisle and there is a pull out jump seat that she sits in built into the back wall of the cabin.




I felt like a celebrity, we chatted about jobs and she got such a kick out of my silly Mal-Wart (name changed to protect the not so innocent corporate beast) and McD's that she took notes to tell her friends. She gets together with a bunch of friends and they swap stories for kicks and giggles.



I felt like a celebrity being interviewed on a flight.


I had a layover in Chicago, and I ran into her with two pilots in line to eat at the Chili's restaurant and they (I) invited me (myself, pretty much) to join them. It was really interesting to hear where they were from and how long they had been flying.


We received our bills and the waitress said we all needed to put our airline ID numbers on the receipt and sign because she had already added the 15% air employee discount. I didn't write or sign anything and handed her my card and the receipt. She handed it back and told me to write my employee number and sign . . . so I did.


hmmm. (There's more to the story, but I don't want to get anyone in trouble . . . ha ha!)

So here's a pic of me with my new co-workers!
Now lets see if I can remember the who's and where's of them.

I'm sitting by Vince from Alberta (Go Canada!) Across from me is Christine from Chicago, and beside her is Byron from east St. Louis . . .not to be confused with St. Louis, because there IS a difference.