<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724813317428074547</id><updated>2011-07-30T17:24:48.166-04:00</updated><category term='Confessions'/><category term='Please Don&apos;t...'/><category term='Weekly Journal'/><title type='text'>Journey of an African American Flight Attendant</title><subtitle type='html'>I will share my stories, views and experiences as I travel the world above the clouds. If you want to really know what it takes and a day in my life, then here you go!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stewardess1908.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724813317428074547/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stewardess1908.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Stewardess1908</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546649891650604836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724813317428074547.post-791224871919916373</id><published>2009-10-07T02:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T02:59:59.367-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Please Don&apos;t...'/><title type='text'>Please Don't....</title><summary type='text'>I see this happen more than I would like to and I am sure the passengers around me would agree. Please don't change the baby in the seat. There are changing tables in at least one lavatory on board any given aircraft. Would you change a child in the middle of an aisle in Wal-Mart? I don't think anyone will disagree with me. This is one of the most unpleasant things you can do to anyone traveling </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stewardess1908.blogspot.com/feeds/791224871919916373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stewardess1908.blogspot.com/2009/10/please-dont.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724813317428074547/posts/default/791224871919916373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724813317428074547/posts/default/791224871919916373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stewardess1908.blogspot.com/2009/10/please-dont.html' title='Please Don&apos;t....'/><author><name>Stewardess1908</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546649891650604836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724813317428074547.post-8983202270091379142</id><published>2009-09-24T18:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T19:36:48.837-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No Thanks....</title><summary type='text'>He locks eyes with her as she ask him if he would like a beverage. The biggest smile crossed his face and words never left his mouth. She repeats the question once more and he snaps out of his daze and replies with a coke please. She leans over to place the item on his tray table and he whispers in her ear, "May I have your number or better yet, can I give you mine?" She acts as though she never </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stewardess1908.blogspot.com/feeds/8983202270091379142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stewardess1908.blogspot.com/2009/09/no-thanks.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724813317428074547/posts/default/8983202270091379142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724813317428074547/posts/default/8983202270091379142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stewardess1908.blogspot.com/2009/09/no-thanks.html' title='No Thanks....'/><author><name>Stewardess1908</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546649891650604836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724813317428074547.post-5144180693178946135</id><published>2009-09-23T19:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T19:44:11.298-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Career Like No Other</title><summary type='text'>I recently celebrated my five year anniversary as a Flight Attendant. I started to recall flight attendant training, the friends that have come and gone and the hard times. When I began to reflect on the hard times, I had to ask myself "Why am I still here?" Humm...Considering all the drawbacks of this job I must admit there are two things that keep me around year after year. The non-revenue </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stewardess1908.blogspot.com/feeds/5144180693178946135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stewardess1908.blogspot.com/2009/09/career-like-no-other.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724813317428074547/posts/default/5144180693178946135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724813317428074547/posts/default/5144180693178946135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stewardess1908.blogspot.com/2009/09/career-like-no-other.html' title='A Career Like No Other'/><author><name>Stewardess1908</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546649891650604836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724813317428074547.post-9059201654212938012</id><published>2009-06-26T13:45:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T13:58:26.760-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Morning After.....</title><summary type='text'>It is the morning after a nice layover in Las Vegas. I had a 5 am. wake up but I had just touched the pillow a little after 1 am. Interesting is the word to describe how I feel. My eye lids are half open and my eyes are glazed over. I am moving slow. I feel like I look sleep. No make up on of course. Heels are in my flight bag and I am walking around in my service shoes. Why am I so tried?I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stewardess1908.blogspot.com/feeds/9059201654212938012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stewardess1908.blogspot.com/2009/06/morning-after.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724813317428074547/posts/default/9059201654212938012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724813317428074547/posts/default/9059201654212938012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stewardess1908.blogspot.com/2009/06/morning-after.html' title='The Morning After.....'/><author><name>Stewardess1908</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546649891650604836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724813317428074547.post-5245197488432560461</id><published>2009-06-23T23:20:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T23:22:20.016-04:00</updated><title type='text'>CRACK BERRY…. A FLIGHT ATTENDANT NECCESSITY</title><summary type='text'>I smile as I began this insert. This one little piece of equipment allows me to keep it together. There is no way I could travel around without it. Between checking emails, sending text messages, viewing important documents and having my calendar at my fingertips are just a few of the many things that this device allows me to do. I am in constant contact so I am not bombarded when I return home </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stewardess1908.blogspot.com/feeds/5245197488432560461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stewardess1908.blogspot.com/2009/06/crack-berry-flight-attendant-neccessity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724813317428074547/posts/default/5245197488432560461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724813317428074547/posts/default/5245197488432560461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stewardess1908.blogspot.com/2009/06/crack-berry-flight-attendant-neccessity.html' title='CRACK BERRY…. A FLIGHT ATTENDANT NECCESSITY'/><author><name>Stewardess1908</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546649891650604836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724813317428074547.post-8894246785505679497</id><published>2009-06-23T23:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T23:19:58.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life’s Fallen Pieces…</title><summary type='text'>Relationships suffer in this industry and it takes a strong person to hold it down in our lives. There are many divorces and broken homes around me. Every day I meet the pilot that pays spousal and child support and is just frustrated with life and where he is. I think this is many of us. We bring our flight bags as well as our personal life frustrations to work with us. The unhappiness and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stewardess1908.blogspot.com/feeds/8894246785505679497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stewardess1908.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-lifes-fallen-pieces.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724813317428074547/posts/default/8894246785505679497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724813317428074547/posts/default/8894246785505679497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stewardess1908.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-lifes-fallen-pieces.html' title='My Life’s Fallen Pieces…'/><author><name>Stewardess1908</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546649891650604836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724813317428074547.post-3234378904408413840</id><published>2009-06-22T20:17:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T21:26:49.249-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekly Journal'/><title type='text'>What Day is it???: Week of June 21st - 28th</title><summary type='text'>My life will be crazy this week. Whenever I go out on the road and have not prepared my house or personal life, it can get out of control.Sunday: I flew back into Atlanta because I had an early report time for work Monday morning. I made it home about 8pm but had much needed real estate business to catch up on. Meet a good friend for a quick bite to discuss a client and bring a very important </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stewardess1908.blogspot.com/feeds/3234378904408413840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stewardess1908.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-day-is-it-week-of-june-21st-28th.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724813317428074547/posts/default/3234378904408413840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724813317428074547/posts/default/3234378904408413840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stewardess1908.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-day-is-it-week-of-june-21st-28th.html' title='What Day is it???: Week of June 21st - 28th'/><author><name>Stewardess1908</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546649891650604836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724813317428074547.post-4530534969809696690</id><published>2009-06-20T00:42:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T19:29:32.885-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Confessions'/><title type='text'>Baggage Claim and the Jumpseat</title><summary type='text'>Flight Attendants love to talk and gossip about the people, company and each other other but what we seem to talk about more than anything else is ourselves. Yes, I have said it out loud. I don't know if we just enjoy hearing ourselves talk or could it be that we are lonely. Who knows why you are seating next to me (a complete stranger/co worker) and telling me about all about your baggage.I have</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stewardess1908.blogspot.com/feeds/4530534969809696690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stewardess1908.blogspot.com/2009/06/baggage-claim-and-jumpseat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724813317428074547/posts/default/4530534969809696690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724813317428074547/posts/default/4530534969809696690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stewardess1908.blogspot.com/2009/06/baggage-claim-and-jumpseat.html' title='Baggage Claim and the Jumpseat'/><author><name>Stewardess1908</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546649891650604836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724813317428074547.post-8008489746058945005</id><published>2009-06-19T23:27:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T00:21:18.469-04:00</updated><title type='text'>YES, THE TOLIET DOES FLUSH!</title><summary type='text'>As I seat on the jumpseat every flight I am sure to get a number of questions, but the most interesting and the most asked is about the damn lavatory. LOL! What amazes me the most is the look I am sure you see on my face when you ask me these question. I am sorry but I can not figure out how you can not figure it out on your own. Is it because I am sitting nearby or do you just want to interrupt </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stewardess1908.blogspot.com/feeds/8008489746058945005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stewardess1908.blogspot.com/2009/06/yes-toliet-does-flush.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724813317428074547/posts/default/8008489746058945005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724813317428074547/posts/default/8008489746058945005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stewardess1908.blogspot.com/2009/06/yes-toliet-does-flush.html' title='YES, THE TOLIET DOES FLUSH!'/><author><name>Stewardess1908</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546649891650604836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6724813317428074547.post-933066446663408414</id><published>2009-06-19T19:45:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T23:09:30.857-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Joys of My Life.... No Husband or Kids!</title><summary type='text'>After traveling here to Dallas, TX for a family members wedding, I have been posed with the same question over and over again even from those that did my nails at the salon today when they realized I was not the bride to be. Are you really ready to know what the hell is bugging me??? "When are you getting married?" Well let me check my calendar and discuss it over with Prince Charming and get </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stewardess1908.blogspot.com/feeds/933066446663408414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stewardess1908.blogspot.com/2009/06/joys-of-my-life-no-husband-or-kids.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724813317428074547/posts/default/933066446663408414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6724813317428074547/posts/default/933066446663408414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stewardess1908.blogspot.com/2009/06/joys-of-my-life-no-husband-or-kids.html' title='The Joys of My Life.... No Husband or Kids!'/><author><name>Stewardess1908</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546649891650604836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
