Turbulence

As I sit in the waiting room at a certain car dealership waiting while my car undergoes a “diagnostic test” I find myself thinking…hmm…I could be in car sales. Then I am reminded of the struggling economy and rethink my grand life plans.

I find myself doing this a lot these days. I create a dream job in my head then quickly reconsider due to a number of factors.

In March as I flew home from Aruba – yes, tough life, I know – I realized that I wanted to be a flight attendant. What a perfect job, right? I am in my early 20’s with no commitments, no need to be in one place; why not fly daily, sleep in a different city every night, and get to see the world, or at the least the US of A? While speeding through the clouds at a cruising altitude of 30,000 feet I began to form the perfect cover letter in my head, explaining why I was the perfect flight attendant for the JFK -> Athens flight. Naturally my reasons were that I speak enough Greek to sell cologne and other duty free items, serve meals, and make sure the Greeks on the plane were comfortable. All very practical requirements for a flight attendant, right?

Unfortunately my dreams crashed and burned when I got home and realized that no airlines were hiring flight attendants at the time. Too bad there was no one around to throw out a life raft or assist me with my oxygen mask.

Being the resilient woman that I am I moved on to my next dream career.

Since I couldn’t work for an airline why not work for the magazines that you find in your seat back pocket? Perfect, right? I can still travel (for my “research”), wouldn’t have to worry about annoyed passengers because we ran out of tomato juice, and I would basically have the perks of a flight attendant without jet lag. When I decided I wanted to work for the in-flight magazine world I remembered the phrase “it’s not what you know it’s who you know.”

I remembered an old connection in the publishing world and sent out an email with a resume. Well, maybe that was my first mistake. In my excitement I sent the email asking for advice, resume help, connections, anything really and forgot to attach the resume. I was really helping my chances, huh?

Surprisingly, I never heard back and that was the end of my airline related career dream. I guess I will just stick to flying them instead of working for them.