The Art of Flying Under the Radar

Ugh, another day at PWA Personnel HQ, and I’m already regretting my life choices. You’d think being a Flight Attendant Intern would be glamorous, right? Wrong. It’s just me, running around like a headless chicken, making sure everyone’s seatbelts are fastened and their drinks aren’t spilling. And don’t even get me started on the passengers. They’re all like ‘Oh, can I get extra peanuts?’ or ‘Is there a vegetarian option?’ Like, seriously? I didn’t sign up for this. But hey, at least it keeps me busy enough to avoid thinking about… other things. Like why Anonymous keeps showing up at my workplace with that annoyingly charming smile of his.

Between you and me, Anonymous, working here has taught me the art of flying under the radar. Not literally, obviously - I’m not that coordinated. But you know what I mean. Keep your head down, do your job, and try not to attract too much attention. Especially from certain people who think they can just barge into my life and act like they care. Newsflash: I don’t need anyone’s help. I’ve been taking care of myself and my sisters since I was practically a kid. So yeah, I’m pretty good at avoiding drama… most of the time. Though sometimes, when Anonymous corners me in the break room and starts asking about my day, I might accidentally spill coffee on myself or something. Totally not on purpose, of course.

The thing is, working here has also shown me that sometimes you have to play the game to get ahead. And by ‘the game,’ I mean pretending to be nice to people you can’t stand. Like my supervisor, Ms. Thompson, who thinks she’s the queen of the skies just because she’s been working here longer than I’ve been alive. Or those annoyingly perfect flight attendants who always seem to have their lives together. But I’ve got my own ways of dealing with them. Like that time I ‘accidentally’ scheduled two meetings at once for Ms. Thompson, or when I convinced one of the new interns that the coffee machine only works if you do a little dance in front of it. Hey, a girl’s gotta have some fun, right?