So NASA's space Shuttles have these fantastic tiles designed to withstand the tremendous heat of reentry but what about me and my precious emotions?
Ok this is what I mean. I work in one of the most inhospitable environments known to man, otherwise called the airport. Now don't get me wrong, the job is not horrible... all the time. But something happens to people when they get in an airport. I think the fear and anxiety of air travel for some is redirected and expressed in ways that don't always make sense. Unless you're a psychologist you don't see the connection and think that these passengers are either crazy, sadistic or just plain stupid. But if you look closer you'll see most of them or just scared little kids that want to go on vacation but don't want to fly so they arrive late or fuss and obsess about minor things. Now of course you DO have your share of obnoxious assholes that try to get over and don't care who they run over.
My coworker had a woman complain about missing a flight because she and her family were late. She blamed it on the wheelchair bound passenger that was in front of her saying something like if we didn't spend so much time helping the "special needs passenger" we could have focused on her and her family at which point my buddy said "I can't believe you said that" and walked away.
Dealing with the public is challenging, so when I get a chance to go away and leave it all behind it's like I'm on a different world. Stress free, maxing and relaxing.
So when it's time to get back to reality, returning from my different world I need to prepare my self for reentry. Plan a day between time-off and first day back as a cushion... read my company emails, prep uniform. I do all of this but none it ever seems to be enough. It always feels like a smack in the face. This last trip to Italy was great but I returned just in time for the July 4th rush... It's only been a week since my return and I'm ready to go again. Heat tiles! I need heat tiles to protect my delicate psyche cause I feel like I'm burning up.
I start planning my next big trip soon. I think Cape Town is in order. I'll try for South Africa again. Small trips and lots of shots in between now and then but the next big adventure happens in October.
Ok this is what I mean. I work in one of the most inhospitable environments known to man, otherwise called the airport. Now don't get me wrong, the job is not horrible... all the time. But something happens to people when they get in an airport. I think the fear and anxiety of air travel for some is redirected and expressed in ways that don't always make sense. Unless you're a psychologist you don't see the connection and think that these passengers are either crazy, sadistic or just plain stupid. But if you look closer you'll see most of them or just scared little kids that want to go on vacation but don't want to fly so they arrive late or fuss and obsess about minor things. Now of course you DO have your share of obnoxious assholes that try to get over and don't care who they run over.
My coworker had a woman complain about missing a flight because she and her family were late. She blamed it on the wheelchair bound passenger that was in front of her saying something like if we didn't spend so much time helping the "special needs passenger" we could have focused on her and her family at which point my buddy said "I can't believe you said that" and walked away.
Dealing with the public is challenging, so when I get a chance to go away and leave it all behind it's like I'm on a different world. Stress free, maxing and relaxing.
So when it's time to get back to reality, returning from my different world I need to prepare my self for reentry. Plan a day between time-off and first day back as a cushion... read my company emails, prep uniform. I do all of this but none it ever seems to be enough. It always feels like a smack in the face. This last trip to Italy was great but I returned just in time for the July 4th rush... It's only been a week since my return and I'm ready to go again. Heat tiles! I need heat tiles to protect my delicate psyche cause I feel like I'm burning up.
I start planning my next big trip soon. I think Cape Town is in order. I'll try for South Africa again. Small trips and lots of shots in between now and then but the next big adventure happens in October.
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