A friend of mine just asked why I hadn't written in awhile.... Besides waiting for inspiration to strike, I've also been waiting for the Steven "see ya later, gator" Slater thing to blow over.
My profession is in the spotlight. Here are two examples of what I mean, completely opposite but not without their merit.
And this on Martha Stewardess' page Living at 34,000 feet: AUTHOR UNKNOWN
In my humble opinion both are very well written. I'm not a Libra (Whew! for those who read White Knucklers 5/09 blog) but I can see both sides.
I love my job. No, I do not have a burning desire of a thousand suns to pass out drinks, smile on demand, clean up vomit and nag people to death about electronics. I love my job for the time off, pay, benefits and flexibility. Yes. In that order.
Would it makes things nicer for me if people were polite and looked me in the eye? Yes. Do I expect it? Sadly, no. Will it ruin my day or build up inside me until I'm yelling profanities and popping slides? Probably not but there are no guarantees. I grew up with a mom that could make sailors and truck drivers blush.
I think we just need to use a little common sense. Whether you are at the grocery store, airport or driving down the highway. We all have a job to do and we all have the capacity to be nice.
