The beginning of a new phase.

All started one week or so before my second leave. I  had some pre-menstrual symptoms two days before my Washington DC flight: Sore breasts and abdominal pain. I took some Advil Liquid Gels and rested the entire day before my long haul flight. I remember this flight as for it was an awful one. The Economy  SFS/Senior Cabin Crew (which now so-called “Cabin Supervisors”) was arrogant, no personality and no communication towards the crew, above that, it constantly felt like a harassment  from him in our duty time or any time in the flight, following us and giving us tasks when the flight was so light, which was a major factor on a ridiculous 15 hour flight. I made a friend with an American crew, we made ‘american jokes’ jokes that Eastern peeps wouldn’t understand… or even South Americans (sorry, no offense!). She used to replied “Oh, is a USA thang… nevermind you!” to crew that tried to peek-in in our conversations and jokes… at the end they never understood. She made this flight full of laughs, despite of our SFS though.

The flight suddenly became tiresome for me. The first service I couldn’t bare to give out the hot meals, I was so slow and felt double weight  when pushing the carts. The second service I just couldn’t do it. I was double ending with the American girl (which is pushing same cart and serving food with another crew), and I couldn’t stand the smell of the hot meals, it was disgusting. At some point I had to stop doing the service, I had a low-sugar scene. I started to sweat like hell, I had no energy to walk nor stand and dizziness. I sat at the L5 jumpseat (last door of the aircfrat, left side)  took off my jacket and wanted to puke. The girl grabbed some water for me and almost the oxygen bottle, I was so embarrassed. The SFS pulled me out of service and monitored me the next 2 hours. Everyone encouraged me to eat, I couldn’t, the meal was disgusting for me, the smell, everything. Suddenly I was falling asleep in the aft galley, my eyes were red, and wanting a bed so bad until I heard “Kirsy, is your break time, get some rest”. I ran quickly upstairs to the CRC and Continue reading

Alone I went

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So yesterday I decided to do some american junk food ‘grocery’ shopping at Waitrose Supermarket which is in Dubai mall, pretty far away from I live. But yet again, I had to. I took a cab only for the next station stop near my Hotel apartment and from there I guide myself with the metro maps, bought a 20 dirham metro card and off I went solo.

100_4381It took me more than an hour to get to the mall but it was worth it. I bought 3 bags of pork chops, REAL pork. The supermarket has a space for non-muslims.  I bought Pop-tarts, Oscar mayors hot dogs, ham, american butter, pancakes!! (not Aunt Jemima but at least is Betty Crocker), snack bars, Hot Pockets, BACON! well yes, I did a junk food shopping, very expensive but guess what? I don’t care! 3320822079_2cc70ebf32_zMy soul was craving for these kind of food! I was so tired of eating lamb and chicken and now finally I have pork chops! I am so not going to leave the kitchen now! Since I have Puertorican seasoning those pork chops are going to taste so good!! aaahh!! delicious!!

After the hilarious shopping, I went to eat at Macaroni and Grill. The service was terrible and I even lose my appetite for the dessert, that’s something that I’m going to write at Tripadvisor though.  The metro is very easy and there’s a space for women and children, so it’s less crowded and it feels more secure. I really don’t trust when people say that Dubai is safe, no criminals and so on. Safety for me its first. I’m living alone in a forever strange country, thus I have to take care of myself and not trust Dubai. Although the metro is pretty safe, I like to be careful and know my surroundings.

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