Taking Time

I promised myself when I became a flight attendant (4 long and short months ago) that I would always venture out on my layovers if I was in a new city. That I wouldn’t become a “slam clicker”.

Becoming a Flight Attendant

As I sit here writing this I’m sitting in the back galley of a Boeing 737 with about 2 hours to go until we touch down in Dallas and then on to Oklahoma City for the night. This was never a career I dreamed long and hard about, but it was something that presented itself…