damn.. it took their lives...

Having been in this flying career for a year, nothing beats the amount of sweat n blood i shed for this recent auckland flight i did.

i came back with 2 nails ripped off.. 4 chipped nails and a toe that was crushed when a colleague throw the cargo bag onto it. Ouch...

for that bloody unforgiving 10hr minus that very needed 1 hr rest, there wasn't a time to even chat and go for toilet check. i swear.. it was service all the way for. being a B2, my 2nd meal service was only given an hour to complete with a full snacks service ahead of it. Based on a full load, 1hr is party time for me. when cpt made announcement for arrival, tray distribution is still in commence. argh~ kill me kille me!! n keeping in mind, i m the galley god. washing n stowing n shoving n working in a limited space with hundreds og pple whooshing their way thru ur work space(which can b freakin irritating n all fss r guilty of doing so), u really wished u kill urself on spot.

but i m a survivor... sweat n blood n wat's not... i m back in one piece!

kl turn tmr.. with berrie n ivan.