i have a line!

kassy, rylie and i finally are totally off reserve and have a line together! wait til the passengers find out what they have in store. oh no! haha...

most of my layovers are in fort lauderdale, boston and philly. there are a few northern cities but no more than four nights! how wonderful?

i'm in buffalo now. will be back here tomorrow, or should i say later today since it's 2:12 am. we went out for dinner tonight with the front-end crew and i crashed afterwards. now i'm up. i have to be up in a couple hours anyway so i'll probably just stay awake. i may take another nap, who knows?

oh! i took my first kick-boxing class the other day. there's a gym in the basement of my building. the class would be better titled kick-your-ass, make-you-sore-for-days class. man!

it was fun, but a lot of intense exercise. run. push-ups. crunches. more push-ups. more crunches, even more this time. hit the bag. kick it. it was nice! there were so many different faces on that bag. so many issues. great therapy.

i hung out with randy one day this week. the day before the last day i forgot. hah. i have no sense of days anymore. honestly. anyway, we ran some errands he needed to tend to at ga state, then ate at gordon beirsch. nice pizza, btw. i spanned my taste buds and went for a new, german beer. was tasty. mr. vaughn would be proud.

randy and danny are probably moving to san diego within a couple months. randy seems to believe that danny will be offered the position. randy has been wanting to move there. i'm just jealous i didn't wait to sign my lease so that i could have gone with them.

sorry for breaking our pact, randy. soon.

this month will be so much better for me at work. my attitude has already improved although i am still considering other options, one of which is temporary work in atlanta. i'm just sick of being away from my friends, etc.

randy made me realize that when he told me, "i almost gave up on you".

knife. cut. blood. death.

nothing made me feel worse lately. and rightfully so. i have neglected, because of my job and other controllable reasons, my friends and obligations. i can't handle that nor should i tolerate it. if i can't control this job, i have to take it's control over me away. and i will.

for now, i have to go iron my shirt. actually, use the iron to dry it.

mustard explodes on air planes, by the way. i took out my bottle of the yellow stuff for my sandwhich today... when i popped the top, a squirt four foot long and several ounces shot from the spout -- all over me and onto heather, all over the door and across the galley. it was a mess.

i didn't get to have but two bites before a woman puked in coach and we had to haz-mat that mess. talk about crazy.

and to end the trip... yeah, the jetway wouldn't work in buffalo so they had to push the plane back and unload with airstairs, the ones attached to a truck. fun.