A day off is such a delight after this “work” thing. I am tired and sore, but so happy that I’m doing this job. I’ve started to get somewhere with my relationships with my crew (being a woman, being white, not being a Muslim, not speaking the language ~ it’s been a bit uphill) and we’re having some fun together, sharing a few laughs even. Working seriously hard seems to have gained some respect.

I have two things I would like to share with travelers, given my newly-acquired wisdom from this week.

1) Your baggage WILL be thrown. Deal with it. There is no fricking way we can move 600 bags in the space of a few minutes if we’re being delicate. I try to toss them relatively gently. That’s the best I can do for you. Those of you who pack your bags so they require a “Heavy” sticker? I don’t necessarily afford you that same courtesy.

2) If you like your pet, don’t ship it. Just don’t. They do not look like they are having a good time. I try to say hello in a friendly voice when I’m moving the crates, but really? No. If you like your animal, don’t do that to them.

Just spent an awesome day with Brock running errands. I had forgotten the part about when you’re working a schedule and actually have to plan your life around that kind of thing.