Confessions From the Clouds

The Daily Post recently did a post where they asked bloggers how they felt about telling their most embarrassing stories in blog posts. There is no link-up but I did immediately have a story in mind. So I might as well tell it.

If you’ve read my Maldives post, you might remember that I used to be a flight attendant at one point.

Working as a flight attendant, we took rules and regulations very seriously and training revolved around safety issues. The rest of the job description was all about exuding calm and friendliness.

Well, having said that… we all have our days. Work shifts were often 12 hours long, either starting or ending in the nighttime. No complaints. But even if you’re a happy worker, a busy bee working red eye shifts does eventually get exhausted.

It was a typical day at work. I was on duty in a small plane with only one other flight attendant besides me and one of my jobs was to do the announcements from the aft galley. I loved doing announcements because they were done in three languages and it was my moment to shine since I spoke all three of them quite fluently. Who doesn’t like doing something they’re good at, right?

In a small plane with a shorter flight range, our work day consisted of flying several short, domestic flights one after the other. Six legs without leaving the plane, to be exact. We’d fly from A to B, B to C, C to B, B to A, A to C, C to B. Something like that. We would end the day at B, stay at a business hotel, wake up at 3 am for a private breakfast buffet and go back to the freezing cold, empty, dark airplane to start another similar day, this time flying the same airports in yet another order, and ending up home for the night.

I actually loved those days, they went by so quickly and you made your pay check quite easily. Layovers brought you a little extra compensation for your troubles of staying at a nice hotel with fresh sheets and discounted room service. Another fun thing was that no matter what the weather was like, at your work place, the sun was always shining, every day, since your office was located above the clouds.

It was so pleasant in fact, that when I went home, I’d have the urge to call the reception to come and clean up my room and take out the trash, just to come to the depressing realisation that there was no reception and there was no room service: I would have to take out my own trash and cook for myself! Not that there was ever anything in my fridge to begin with, because the stores were always closed when I was around.

So… I had just sat down in my jumpseat for landing. I was seated alone in the aft galley, while the purser was seated in the front galley. When the tires touched the tarmac, it was time for me make the welcoming announcement. I would tell the passengers we had just arrived at so-and-so airport and would you please stay seated until the seatbelt sign is turned off. You know, all that yammering that nobody ever listens to.

I felt us touch ground and started my announcement. In mid-sentence, I froze. Where the heck were we?!

I looked out the tiny, fisheyed peephole of a window and all I saw was dark. There were no proper windows in the aft galley, so I did a little twist, still strapped in my seatbelt, and tried to stretch my neck like a giraffe and peek out the last passenger row’s window for any clue of which city we had just landed in. But no luck. I still saw just the darkness, and some runway lights.

I tried doing the math by checking my watch against the scheduled landing times. But I knew we were about 30 minutes ahead of schedule and each flight was about 45 minutes long so I still couldn’t be sure if this had been the 5th or 6th leg. Usually, I crossed out each flight on my list afterwards, so I’d know where we were but at this point of the day, I didn’t trust my own notes anymore. To be honest, I had no idea if we had just arrived at B or C.

I made my best guess. “Dear Passengers, welcome to C. The local time is 11 pm and we have landed 30 minutes ahead of schedule. Please remain seated until the seatbelt sign has been turned off…”

I waited for any reaction. None. I had guessed correctly. Silent cheers in my head, yay!

It’s a bit hard to explain how, when working in a closed-off space, you sometimes just don’t know where you are in outside world terms, or where you’re going next. Luckily, the pilots did! And this is why I started off by telling you that we took safety very seriously: I can assure you that though I was quite confused of where we were, sleep-deprived and physically exhausted, I was still completely on top of my safety duties. No worries. Just as long as I wasn’t flying the plane!

Well, the story’s not over! I was going to tell you something embarrassing. If you didn’t think this story fit the bill, since I didn’t get caught, then let me tell you about another mishap with that wretched PA system.

An airplane’s PA system looks like an old telephone and it has several functions. You can for example do public announcements on it and you can also make a phone call to your colleague at the other end of the plane.

So, while the passengers on yet another short haul flight were boarding, my colleague and I were prepping the galleys on opposite ends of the plane. My colleague, the purser, was in charge and she would occasionally call me to brief me on the amount of sandwiches we’d need to serve or something of similar importance. I was supposed to answer with my name and “aft”.

I heard a ding or thought I heard one. I answered the phone, “Snow, aft?” and waited. Nothing. Then I said “Helloooo????” and I realised that the phone hadn’t rung at all, I had simply hallucinated the whole thing and instead of answering the phone, I’d just made a public announcement that went, “Snow, aft. Helloooo???”

I looked around. About half of the passengers were still concentrating on stuffing their oversized bags into the baggage compartments, but I saw many heads slowly turn towards me with a frowning, questioning look.

My colleague stopped her preparations to come to the door of the front galley and look at me from the other end of the plane. And we both laughed until our stomachs hurt.

For once, I was very happy that most passengers completely ignore those announcements anyway! (Maybe next time you should listen, you might hear something interesting!)

By the way, Kelly Kincaid does some excellent cartoons on the (mis)adventures of flight attendants, take a look! Some of the events in her cartoons actually happened to me. There’s one, for example, where the credit card company calls a flight attendant suspecting her card’s been stolen because there’s been activity on it all over the world. That actually happened to me – and the card wasn’t stolen, I’d just been busy working!


34 responses to “Confessions From the Clouds

  1. Hihi, excellent! I love it that you were always working in the sun! 🙂 Out of all flying escapades I remember most:
    – the (direct) flight from Frankfurt to Los Angeles, before which my grandma told me that I must be careful not to go off prematurely, and since my compartment seemed to have electricity not in good working order, the ‘no smoking’ sign was not lit as we were waiting for take off, so we smoked (this was way back when it was still allowed). Lufthansa girls were NOT happy with us. So we had a pillow fight too.
    – the steward of the British low-cost airliner that took us from Slovenia to London one day before the decisive soccer match at the South African world championship who said before disembarking: “Let the best team win!” with poorly hidden superiority (and then Rooney happened and we were out).

    Luckily, nothing more memorable than that. And I always loved to be above the sun.

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    • You could write a few stories about those days, I’m sure! Your memories remind me of some of the more exotic flight stories I’ve heard of, but I won’t go there since I don’t know the details. Smoking cigarettes on a plane just feels so wrong now, it’s hard to imagine those times. I was never on any flights like that even as a kid.

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  2. Poor you! I know the feeling although not because I was actually travelling but simply elsewhere in my head. Now I know the significance of the name of your blog as well. Thanks for sharing your stories.

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  3. Two great stories! Both incidents suit the heading of embarrassing well – although the first one was really a ‘near miss’. But I can imagine the panic you felt, not knowing where you were landing. You got off lightly on the second occasion, too. Thank you for sharing your stories, snowsomewhere.This is probably the most I’ve read from you in a single post and I really enjoyed it!

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    • Happy to hear that! I tend to write short posts because I think they’ll be easier to digest. And I know I can ramble on, sometimes I feel like I need an editor! 😉 But yes, to summarize: I loved doing announcements but I hated that PA system!


  4. I understand so much what you mean by “working in a closed-off space, you sometimes just don’t know where you are in outside world terms, or where you’re going next”. I get caught regularly with that same problem at work!!!
    Do you miss this life sometimes, even though it meant long long working days and a quirky lifestyle?
    And was that in Finland?

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  5. I appreciated your link dropping, Snow! And loved your stories! It sounds tough, that job and forgetting about where you are. But then it all makes up to some fun like this. Good that you can laugh about it all afterwards.

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    • I loved the job actually. Have written a few posts about it, don’t know if you’ve seen them. Anyway, that was then and this is now 😊 Good memories! Hey, guess what??! We had a really nice, warm day today! Yesterday too!!!! With sun and NO WIND!!! And you guys?

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      • I have a friend who works as a cabin crew and I always wonder looking at her: how can you love this job? I mean, I started flying aged 26 and didn’t enjoy it. I still hate some takeoffs and landings, and turbulence, mamma mia, makes me say goodbye to my life :))) I don’t know how anyone can enjoy being up there if they must not – and I just love that people can be so different and love the things I would not imagine loving 🙂
        And yes, it is summer in the city! Something happened yesterday, and now we have +26, and last night I walked in the botanical garden and had to take off my jacket (!). Real summer! We can’t believe our luck here :)))

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        • Same here, it’s full on summer! I even wore a sleeveless shirt!!! No jacket!!! 🤣
          As for flying, it’s different when you are working and have things to do (and know the pilots and have confidence in them!), time goes so quick. For moat flight attendants, it’s their dream job. A lifestyle. Working in an office always felt to me like a little death, like my soul was fading away… and I find it absurd that some people actually like their office jobs!! (Ok, I’ve had a couple I liked, but they were travel-related…)

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          • Yes!! T-shirts here and year’s first skirt without stockings 💃🏻💃🏻
            My friend who works for Norwegian has studied a lot and complained that after so many years she would love to do smth different, work in the office, though same company. But she says it’s mostly Norwegians who get the job or you have to know important person. She does neither. So I got impression it was ok for her but not a dream job.
            It is a sense of freedom, but it is also same planes, same airports, same hotels, no? Or am I painting it too dark? And in the air I don’t feel free, I feel quite opposite to be honest. I am an earth person. Growing up on a train made me into such kind of traveler.
            I appreciate a lot that there are people who love that job. I need them there 🙂

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            • Hahah, yes you do need them I guess! 😋 Trains, eh? I like train travel but haven’t done an enormous amount of it. I’ve been flying since I was an infant. I’d love to have an interesting office job at an airline, not customer service thank you very much, but here it’s pretty impossible too. You need to know the right people. I’ve also been told I don’t have enough ”drive” which is funny coz I’m the most motivated person you’ll find. But first impressions are first impressions… I actually wrote about my thoughts of the job in my Maldives post back when I first started blogging
              I did enjoy the hotels (always 4 or 5 stars) but the lifestyle suits single people better than people with families. Though it’s amazing how many flight attendants have kids, how do they do it?! Some are even single mums. After a 13h busy work shift which started in the early night hours, they’d rush to pick their kid up from preschool. Then go home, cook dinner, play with the kid etc. Who needs sleep???! Yikes! An office job is easier…

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              • So you grew up on planes, and I – on trains. Hence our loves 🙂 I envy the small kids who fly and laugh during the turbulence. Good way to overcome fear. As a kid I was so afraid that my parents would die in a plane crush once, and my first flight was at the age of 26. I still have to be very rational sometimes, convincing myself that airplanes are supersafe 🙂 But when it starts to shake, I go all white, and Carles makes jokes like “I’m gonna call my mom now and say that I love her” :)) which doesn’t help.
                I think, it is fun for a young person to fly the world but is more difficult for a couple, especially family life. When I was looking for au-pair job in Oslo, there was such a cabin crew single mom, and working for her included long days and nights. This was her way of managing it, but I preferred a “normal” family. It can be a solution for such a mom. But it would be too much for an au-pair, they are not payed for being the second mom.

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                • I do understand your feelings! After having kids, I’ve become scared of pretty much everything, I’ll admit it…!!! Not so eager to take them abroad just yet, but rather keep them at home, safe and sound (though don’t they say that most accidents happen at home, hmmm…? oh my, sometimes worry drives me crazy)

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                  • I can imagine! I would be a very worrysome mom, I have worked with childcare for years, and know myself too well :)) But they say that airplanes are safer many times than walking on the field. That people die more often from walking in the field than on the airplane crush. So this is just in the head: the feeling of being far away from the ground, in the place where you have no control. I like being on the ground, even if it is less safe :))) I guess, minor accidents happen at home, like burning your fingers in the oven and the like. So don’t worry!

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