Blog-TOWER OF BABEL

I have become quite sentimental over the last few months. I have pondered the last twenty years of corporate work. When you showed up for on interview, people told you that they were thankful that you could make it. They laughed and joked, told old stories of bizarre flights and they hired you right away. They gave you a uniform that you were not ashamed to wear, like Brooks Brothers, or Ann or Calvin Klein, you were given an expense account (not that of a supermodel) where you could actually eat and maybe wash the great food down with a few glasses of vintage red.

Crews had your best interest at heart. You got two weeks off if you got married and as long as you needed to have a baby. The carpets and interiors of the jets were new and the wood sparkled. The supplies to perform you job were unlimited, and if you got sick, they filed nothing and you still got paid. Catering was whatever the passengers and crew wanted. The crew ate what the pax ate. There was never a compartmentalized box lunch with mystery meat and polyester bread, with token shrunk plum and saran wrapped brownie from 2009. The hotels smelled good, the lobby with marble flooring and a great staff. They remembered you and what you drank, and your room number without reminding them, people acted looked better and stood taller back then. Room service was an event to witness and you could leave your shoes outside your room to be shined. The bathroom was larger than my present hotel room. There were sometime heated towel racks and hot pipes to warm up the bathroom floor. All these things required thoughts of the guest.

Now, it is suggested we live on 25-50 dollars a day. whether in Chicago or London, no dry cleaning, no movie, no snack and no love. If catering is over 50.00 per person, they do not want to pay for it. No magazines, no cell phone, not internet,  imported chocolates or bathroom amenities, no floral, no eyeshades, no linen, no fine china, no mileage, no tolls, no no no no.

Are we headed to a socialist flying position? Am I supposed to fill up on the vending machine honey bun or Oreos packet? The FBO provides popcorn, apples, cookies, creamers, coffee, tea bas. pens, and mints. If I fill up on these comp items, will I be dead by next year? Or will I live long enough to be told I do not get any Medicare or Social Security, because the government ran out of money? What a choice.

When you see that 25 year old flight attendant in the FBO, you can smile at them and know that they will never know what we had. It is sad in a way. Her life will be filled with only cut rate hotels with see thru towels with no fabric softener,  Applebee's, Ponderosa, a dirty uniform from Cintas catalog, a cell phone bill, no movie, no pillow chocolate, 40 watt bulbs, a banner across the toilet saying it has been sanitized, a broken alarm clock  and a broken attitude.

We knew what the days of Camelot were, and the memory is forever mine. I have lived at the Peninsula, The Mandarin. the Ritz, the Greenbrier Resort,The Park Lane London, The Hotel Gansevoort, they were all the bomb. I can see for miles in my memories.
 

I have spent the last two weeks in flight attendant open calls. People will do virtually anything for a flight. I heard one girl offer to wash and wax some ones car every week. Two people sleep with schedulers, whether the schedulers are male  or female iI do not know. One girl sleeps with the married pilot, One person sends bottles of wine to the lead flight attendant.

When I was in charge, I got NO alcohol, my car was parked dirty with "wash me" on the side, and I was too tired to sleep with crew or dispatch. Where are MY perks? Wrong decade, wrong economy girlfriend.
 
The art of sucking up is now a career choice. I cannot do it. My pride, once compromised, will never come back. Can we sell off pieces of ourselves, for a possible trip? One FA came to me and said "I will do ANYTHING", I said, please, do not say this statement to anyone!!!!!!!!!!!! I makes you look cheap and desperate, and someone will take you up on it.

I should have pointed her to my 1999 chevy lumina with some wax. There is a company that now wants to pay 1990s day rate, 350.00, and the company is a total nightmare to work for.  The take it or leave it attitude is back, like a bad marriage. One FA said she would work for 200.00 per day, after taxes that would be 140.00, I hope she gets a happy meal and mileage with that.!!!!!
 
Where are we gonna go with all this static? Are we being marked down like Filene's Basement? Do I have to go on sale?