Day 1
Back in training, there are some shining stars here with me this time. Here is an actual conversation between a classmate and an instructor:
Instructor: “We have a dress code, it is business attire. Suits, skirts, pants are all acceptable. You may not wear T-shirts, flip flops, shorts….
Fellow Classmate: “Ummm…excuse me, excuse me!!” (bouncing up and down with hand raised)
Instructor: “Yes?”
FCM: “I have a pair of shorts that are dressy, can I wear those?”
Instructor: “Are they shorts?”
FCM: “Yes.”
Instructor: “No, shorts.” As I was sayin…..
FCM: ” Ummm, I have a pair that look like a skirt, can I wear that?”
Instructor: “Are they shorts?”
FCM: “Yes.”
Instructor: “NO, shorts!”
FCM: “What if it is long and flowy?”
Instructor: “Is it shorts?”
FCM: “Yes.”
Instructor: “Noooo…shorts.”
FCM: “Even if it looks like a skirt under a blazer?”
Instructor: “Shorts?”
FCM: “Yes.”
Instructor: (gives look to FCM, rolls eyes) “No shorts, moving on….”
And, I was the one sent home!
On a good note I love my new room mate. A fellow Bostonian. The only problem is she doesn’t know I was here before. Can I tell her I was here before? This is part of the conversation I had with the recruiter during my re-entry interview:
Me: “Will I be able to tell people this is my second time in training?”
Recruiter: “Hmmm…Would we ever tell you that you couldn’t tell people you were in training already? Absolutely not! Would we recommend you tell people you were there…..No.”
That answered that question. I was not going to do anything to risk being sent home again. The problem I had was Janie, my new room mate was freaking out because she wants to know how I knew to pack all the right clothes and why I seem so relaxed. I help her as much as I can without letting her know. There are four others from my original class here and I’m not sure how many other repeats but I know there are a lot.
June 15, 1993
A week in and poor Janie is freaking out because I am getting a 100 on every test without studying. The rumors are flying about the “repeats” but nobody suspects me because I’m not giving it away like some people. We read aloud in class and some people are pronouncing terms that you wouldn’t know unless you were here before. For example, FSM, ISM and FFA. If you weren’t here before you would just say the letters out loud but those who were hear know to pronounce it out, Fisim, Isim, and Faaa. That’s how most people figured out who was here before. (flight service manager, international service manager, and first flight attendant)
I’ve been able to work out almost every night because I don’t need to study. That has been a huge relief because it is helping me relax and sleep better.
We’ll see how I feel in couple of weeks when I have to pass the “service drills!” Time is moving very slowly, it is going to be a long six weeks.
*Note to younger self: The poor “shorts” girl doesn’t make it.
I really love the journals, they are very exciting (especially the notes to younger self 😉 )
Why is Virgin America having a real life soap about their fa's, when we can read your journals!
I must have the whole family of the "shorts girl" in the courses I teach.. Every year!
I am also enjoying the journals, especially this one. I'm glad "Shorts Girl" didn't make it. Anyone who can't handle a simple clothing rule without playing Q&A (aimed at subverting the rule!) can't be responsible for the safety of others.
so is it typical that some repeat the course? Maybe I missed the reason for the repeat if you posted it earlier.
I bet the last commenter, Wayne, has a military background. Reminds me of officer training. I agree that in some situations you don't have time to question procedures/orders.
Hi, Lisleman. No military background here. I'm not suggesting that there should be no questions in training. What I am saying is that the girl's just not quick-witted enough to be in charge of flight safety (isn't that the first and only official duty of a flight attendant?). I want someone who can think on their feet to be there when the masks come down, or grandma grabs her chest, or the cabin fills with smoke, or whatever else happens. Not someone who takes three answers and a dirty look to finally understand that "no shorts" means "no shorts." It's not the rule I care about. It's that I prefer some measure of street smarts in flight attendants.
So, just to clear it up; that's NO shorts allowed …whatsoever?! 😉
Good one. Welcome to my blog as well.
Wow. Such a great story. I can't wait to hear more. Interesting about those pronunciations : )
I don't know how I missed this post. I stopped by to say hello and found it!
Hope all's well.
xo
These journal entries are great and they take me right back to my initial training days.