Anyone who knows me in real life knows that, eons ago, I was a flight attendant for about eight years. I left the career shortly after 9/11, the subsequent furloughs at my airline, and having my children. Beth was two and Matthew was one when I officially handed in my wings for good. It was a wonderful job and allowed me and Rod to travel all over world in ways we never could have afforded. But after having my kids, I knew I just couldn’t be away from home, and them, that much. So when I was called back from being furloughed, I left.
I spent the next fifteen years finishing my graduate degree in school psychology, working as a school psychologist, writing and publishing books, and being a mother who was home when my kids were off school. My kids were always my number one priority and I knew I wanted to be there for them as much as possible…and I was.
This May, my youngest graduated from high school. To say that I have been dealing with a colossal shift in my identity would be nothing short of an epic understatement. And while being an empty nesting woman in the throws of middle age is certainly a topic I could, and maybe will, write about at another time, this post is about something else altogether.
Last February, the airline I used to work for opened up to accepting applications for their flight attendant position. The information came to me from the universe via my mother. ”Hey, I just saw a Facebook ad that _____ is having a hiring event,” she said.
“Hmm, okay,” I said, not really thinking all that much about it. But when we were off the phone, I checked out the career section of their company page and, sure enough, applications were open. I found it interesting, and myself intrigued, but I didn’t really imagine I could or would either do this or have any real chance of being hired. I’m 47, after all. But something did motivate me to update my resume and write a cover letter. I had applied for the job within two hours of hearing about it.
Honestly though, I NEVER expected to hear from them.
In May I received an email: Congratulations! We’d love to meet you for a face-to-face interview.
And reader, I was floored. Also…I was excited in way I don’t think I have been for a very long time. There were many, many, many discussions with Rod, my closest girlfriends, my family, and I won’t go into all that detail but the end result was that I booked that interview, and at the end of the four hour process, I was offered the job. (Conditional, of course, on passing many, many next step criteria. One of which being completion of their six and a half weeks of training.)
So, after many, many, many more discussions with those nearest and dearest to me, I gave a months notice at my current job. I leave for training this coming Monday, July 4th (in case you are wondering, the airlines do not stop for holidays!)
That’s my news. Provided I pass flight attendant training (again) I will be back on the line and flying by August 25th. Airlines in general have very strict social media rules (including blogs) but I will keep you up to date on what is happening to me personally and, when all is said and done, where I happen to be in this world.
Wish me luck!