Today I was tired and sore and anyplace in the airport I was stationed was hot and humid and everybody was an idiot; even people in Chicago and San Diego and places far away conspired to piss me off. The flight attendant can't count; she decided there was an extra person on her airplane (Despite the fact that there would be noplace for this passenger to fucking SIT because there were no more seats on the aircraft) and then left before I could find out who this mysterious passenger was. This, by the way, is really amazingly not kosher and if it's not against airline regulations it god damn ought to be.
I was Queen Bitch of the Airport and god help anybody who challenged my alpha status.
My shoulder hurts much more than I like. I'm going to bed. Leto Stands Triumphant. Bitches.
I was Queen Bitch of the Airport and god help anybody who challenged my alpha status.
My shoulder hurts much more than I like. I'm going to bed. Leto Stands Triumphant. Bitches.
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Date: 2003-08-25 09:54 am (UTC)Just the fact you are a gate agent makes you eligible for sainthood. (Well at least in my family.)