Am I A Flight Attendant Yet?

United emailed me a few Fridays back (on a Friday night? seriously.), and gave me a long-winded rejection. It was formal with a spot of, albeit cold, encouragement - I may re-apply, but they ask that I please restrain myself and wait 12 months. Wow, isn't that like a year? Here's my theory about the rejection: I just don't look like an adult. I sort of have a baby-face. One of my bosses said, "maybe it's because you don't look comforting". I don't know what to make of that, really. Anyway - I thought I did very well in the interviews and the group activity; I had the right amount of owning my shit and not dominating the discussion, and I've never felt more confident and interesting responding to totally boring questions.

In a weird way it's a relief: I'll do this job in NYC and if I like it, I'll stay; if I don't, I'll find something else. This is more naturally me. But damn, I am missing those free flights already.

Last Sunday we went to the Strand in Rockland to watch the Academy Awards on the big screen. I've been a loser lately and haven't been taking pictures so you just have to imagine what we looked like: hot. We ate popcorn and candies and scoffed every time Cameron Diaz came on the screen, which was every 4 seconds. Katy pointed out that she's one of those people that always looks high.