Paris, First Class, International--NOT!

So.....last night around midnight, I received a call from the Crew Desk. "Got a trip for you." she says, "you're going to do an Aruba turn then overnight in Chicago, then the next night you'll work the Paris flight."

Omigawd, I am soooooo excited! Paris is my favorite city! Haven't been since last summer with Casey! I am stoked!

I finally fall asleep, only to have to wake up at 4:15 a.m. to arrive at the airport in time. Get there, brief with my crew, and get onboard the aircraft to Aruba. Start doing my safety checks when the phone on the jetbridge rings, and it's a call from the Crew Desk....I have been reassigned to a new trip! Seems the crew from Tampa misconnected, and I have to help cover a flight to Los Angeles.

So, my new trip is a LAX layover--20 hours, then a leg to San Francisco, then to Chicago, then a 16 hour layover in Des Moines, Iowa tomorrow night. Nothing against Des Moines, but it isn't Paris!!!!

The next day, I go from Des Moines to Denver, then to Washington, and will sleep in my own bed.

This is me, at LAX today. A "not Paris, fake smile--sorta."


This is part of the menu at the hotel I am staying at--ONE egg--just ONE is $6.25 plus and 18% room service charge---$7.50-ish for ONE egg!! No, thank you! I suppose I'll have a Starbucks for breakfast!!





I would gladly pay $7 for an egg in Paris. (okay, not really...I am just sulking....)

Au revoir!