I’ve had my Shiraz wine as an aperitif.
I’ve had my Carlsberg to go with the sausages and the salad.
I’ve got my Earl Grey for the rest of the evening.
I’ve got Deep Purple.
I’m fine. Well, I’m better than I was a couple of days ago.
The dinner has been a nice one, easy and fast to cook, but so enjoyable and nice that it is sure helping me feeling better (and full :p) right now, but what I think it’s really making the difference, is that I know that tommorrow I’ll take service again, after about 10 days at home (between OFFs and STANDBYs).
It’s quite strange to realize (in fact) once again how much I’m addicted to the job I do, and how much this is part of my nature now. When I am stuck on the ground, for whatever reason it is, I kind of suffer, it’s just uncomfortable for me not to fly. The point is most of the time I don’t see what I do as a job, I simply do it because I like to do it, which I think is kind of lucky situation to be in, when doing something that you like is actually earning you money to buy your food and pay for the roof you’ve over your head :p
The point is: I’ve a lot of addiction, really a lot. A large number of them are not exactly listable here [;)] but sure their common trait is that they make me spend money, not earning anything in return in the form of currency. Yes, they give me satisfaction and good pleasure, sometimes, but having my actualy real job listed among them is a kind of big luck. That’s why, probably, I’ve not thought too much about moving from Italy to UK to continue being a Cabin Crew, being what I like to be.
I don’t know exactly why I’m writing it here, actually this is probably the most personal post I’ve ever made here on the-shrike.net, but tonight I felt like doing it, and here it is.
I’ll be flying to Paris tomorrow afternoon, so enjoy your week-end in this side of Europe (and the world) while I’ll be flying over Siberia to Tokyo at 38000 feet… and semi & improperly quoting one of the character from one of my most favourite series ever:
I’m Federico, and I am
almosthappy…
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Anche io sono irrimediabilmente addicted al mio lavoro, e anche se si svolge con modalità e tempi diversi capisco il tuo stato…
Sai che ho vissuto un anno a Londra? Provo una struggente, meravigliosa nostalgia nel leggere il tuo blog.
Buon weekend!!!
PS. Tra un mese tradirò la JAL con l’Air France, di conseguenza farò scalo a Parigi dove mi approvvigionerò del mio champagne preferito…
Male. Intendo: male tradire la JAL, soprattutto per il fatto che rischiavi di incontrarmi. Ma ne sei poi sicura sicura? Perché facciamo code-share da Parigi con AirFrance, e i voli sono operati al 50% da noi e al 50% da loro, quindi non è detto che tu finisca a volare con un aereo+equipaggio AirFrance :p Magari ci si vede a bordo, eh?
Non ho ancora avuto tempo per esplorare Londra come si deve, ma anche se mi manca l’Italia, gli spunti di questa città sono più che piacevoli :)
Viaggio perfetto, ma tu purtroppo non c’eri… :)
PS. fatti un giro a Angel, tra i miei posti preferiti!!!