Boots

Across 4 different states in two days, and the view from the air is, well, very white. So much snow in so many places, just resting there.  Its serene and wonderful.  Happy Holidays dear friends.  Here's another reflection on a random Thursday...

Boots. Big boots, small boots, fuzzy boots, slick boots, and boots that don’t even look like boots.  Boots with shorts, boots with dresses, jeans, slacks, and boots while carrying a dog.  In case you were wondering, boots are definitely back.  And today it would seem, permed hair is also making an appearance in multitude. Chicago, DC, St. Louis, Raleigh, New York; it doesn’t much matter where I’ve been recently; the boots and the hair are there.  Tapered jeans and permed hair.  Now all I need is a Members Only jacket.  Oh and maybe some boots.

Distracted

Another random Thursday evening in the skies over middle America...

I have likely listened to the announcement about the Exit Row a hundred times, yet today I heard something different.

No one unable, or unwilling, or too young. We know this part.  But then, "if you feel you may become distracted performing this function....".  This is now also a criteria upon which one can evaluate their fit for this position. Could anyone truly not be distracted?  I know what they meant but I laughed just a little bit out loud to myself inside (it's tricky to do). 

Precarious

Reflection on a random Tuesday...

If i had a blog, I'd write about the Japanese guy in front of me, carrying an open and 'on' laptop balanced on one hand and pulling large roller with laptop bag atop it at the same time with the other hand. When the line stops periodically, he uses the precious 2 seconds to click here and there with one hand. Through check in, down ramp, onto plane and through aisle. My new definition of precarious (and other things).

In the skies I go. Hi ho hi ho.

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Serious

Yep its me again, in the air, or nearly.  Today’s reflection is about how seriously we all take or don’t take our jobs.  On a bus I heard a long rant next to me that went something intensely like this: blah blah....“everyday between compliance and accounting, I want to shoot myself”.  Hum. Recalculating...

I am sure if he was looking directly at me, my eyes went wide.  I wanted to move, anywhere, to another part of the bus.  But I didn’t.  I thought about it all the way to the terminal instead.  As I stepped down, "no really, you first" behind him, I decided people seem to sit on one side or the other;  taking their job too seriously or not.  There usually isn’t much of middle between them.  Frankly, we could all say the same thing about life.  So which side are you on?  Today anyway.


Peace out.