I did get a 2 hour call out the other morning on my last day, but it was at 6:45 am instead of 4 am.
I had to laugh when I heard crew scheduler Bernadette on the other end, with much trepidation in her voice, "Gooood morning, Kelly. I'm so sorry, but I have some flying for you, and it is a 2 hour call out."
They had two broken planes in out stations and didn't know when they called what I would be doing exactly - either a Sacramento or a San Francisco turn. The instructions were to call when I got on the employee shuttle, which I did and was told to go straight to the gate where I would be flying to San Fran in the "A" position.
The turn went very smoothly, with one smelly, disgusting exception: a man in about the third row got up toward the end of the flight to go to the lavatory, looked down once he got to the galley, and realized he was dragging POOP with him on his shoe! There was a large smear of .......residue........on the carpet in the aisle, and two huge smears on the galley floor. He apologized, said he had no idea where it came from, and after pulling a yucky face, went on into the lav to take care of business, and subsequently clean off his shoe. I got to work cleaning it up as best I could, called for back ups, and the three of us managed to de-biohazard the area as best we could. Lucky aircraft appearance folks who got to take care of it even better when we got to Denver!
Afterwards, I was amused to find that although I was not exactly excited to be cleaning up this mystery excrement (we never did figure out where it came from), I wasn't totally grossed out, either. When I was going through training and we were discussing various bodily fluids flight attendants might have to deal with on a plane, I thought I would be horrified at having to deal with urine, shit, vomit, blood, snot, etc. Instead I'm pleased to find I view it typically as no big deal - just something to be handled as quickly, professionally and efficiently as possible so as not to horrify the PASSENGERS if/when they come into contact with it. There's a sort of relief and yes, pride, in knowing that so far, at least, I have been able to handle whatever potentially disgusting thing is dropped (snicker, snicker) my way.
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How the heck did he do that?!?! Fortunately, I haven't had to deal this that. My closest event was when some "excrement" was stuck to the side of the toilet bowl and wouldn't flush. People were grossed out and wouldn't use the lav. So I did what I needed to do, and no one was the wiser.
Just think of the wonderful things we're adding to our resumes!
ROFL - you know those fa t-shirts and things that gid flight attendant job descriptions? Now I think we can add raw sewage specialist to the list as well!
(And I got a hint from a senior mama once about those "bowl" issues you had to deal with: pour hot coffee over it and let it sit for a few minutes. Or brew a pot of hot water and pour that over it. Is that how you dealt with it?)
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