Monday, September 19, 2005

Annie died.

I did my best, including giving her mouth-to-mouth, CPR and even using the defibrilator (electric shock machine thing) on her, but she didn't want to live no more.

Even though I couldn't resuscitate Annie I still got 100% on my First Aid exam!
In fairness, I'd give big money to see someone rescue a life-size dummy with the name of ResusciAnne (bet it's a registered trademark).

Fun nevertheless.

ResusciAnne, Rest In Peace.

Sunday, September 18, 2005

Tomorrow I'll be resuscitating and performing mouth-to-mouth on Annie, the hideous life-size dummy used in First Aid.
Then there's the first stages of pregnancy.
And what to do if someone throws a fit, an epileptic one, that is.

Oh the joys of being an Air Hostess.

You know, it's not all about bitching about the hideousness in 9A (yes, who just might happen to be sArs's auntie!).

Saturday, September 17, 2005



We had such a bitch sitting in 9A this morning.

Tuesday, September 13, 2005

A "P.A" is a "Passenger Announcement" or "Public Announcement", depending on the airline.

Anyhow.

I absolutely LOVE doing PAs. Don't know why. If it's the sound of hearing my own voice echo through the cabin or that feeling of self-importance one gets, as normally the most senior stewardess onboard do them. Anyway.

On my last trip, Tehran, the Purser gave me the task of doing ALL her PAs, and I was over the bloody moon I tell you!

We have a standard PA book, which has basicly written down what PAs you need to make for every occasion.
So she handed it over to me... when it came to it I was so bloody excited I apparently sounded Canadian, nothing wrong with that!

Then we all decided it would be interesting if I'd do the announcement in a different accent every time.
The pre-landing announcement was then done in a perfect French accent.

Landing in Tehran was then decided to be done in true British Airways fashion, saying "do this" and "do that" (eg. "do remain seated for your own safety and do take care when opening the overhead lockers and items may indeed have shifted...").

The way back from Tehran to London was then strictly in a crisp Icelandic accent.
"Laidees and Gentelmen, vellkom onborrd thiss Brrrtish Airrways flight to London..."

At times i was about to crack up due ot my fellow crewmembers in stiches next to me... but managed. They did however call me Björk for the duration of the 6-hour flight!

"Laidees and Gentelmen, a verrry vorm vellkom to London Híthrow, ver ðö lókal tæm is tvelve ten and ðí átsæd temperatjur is tventítú degrís.
Plís rímein síted við jor síbelts fastend öntill ðö sítbelt sægns hav binn svitsd off and ðí endjins hav bin sjött dówn.
Venn ópeníng ðö óverhed lokkers plís teik ker as lús ætems mai fall át...
on bíhalf ov ðö kaptein and his crúw ví þeink jú for flæíng XXXX XXXXX, ví dú hóp jú hav eodjód júr flæt and hóp tú bí of sörvis tú jú agen in ðö verrí near fjútör.
Þeink jú and gúdd afterrnúún."