Speaking from my lower self I'll just say (and apologize in advance for so doing) but I wish everyone in this place would go back on reserve for a few good long months to feel what it feels like to be a slave to scheduling, the unable to commute's whipping boys and girls, midnight recrew slaves, quick call lurkers, option 40 /18 stalkers, and make about $25K a year for all that and night, weekend, and holiday work.
We tried and tried for an A-day consideration only to get lip service followed by a kiss off from the blow-hards that collect 105-108 from the comfort of not dealing with all the real life crap we dela with. And here's the frosting... you can move to Charlotte now or, if you can hold DCA, bump some other poor sap out, be forced to commute, or you can quit.
I'm venting, but I'm also actively seeking gainful employment elsewhere at the present time. Forgive me - I love the job, I love my coworkers, I love my customers, but I despise the continual disregard, apathy, indifference, and constant middle finger that people at my juniority get from AFA and the company.
Cindy Simone says she understands from her cushy office and lofty Manolo Blahniks. There are flight attendants who collect food stamps and get baby formula from a food pantry around this place. I'm almost at the end of my give-a-hoot.
Almost...