First off I feel for anyone who lost their jobs and means of putting food on the table, it’s awful. A job is a job, and it should be taken as such. At least in my case an absolute necessity to feed my family.
I have to say though I find it funny reading all these threads with people talking about the good old days (up to 6 months ago) and anxiously waiting for the world to be a sensible place again.
To be honest the things that come to mind are the endless 4 legs days with delays and crap from drunken passengers.
The long long weeks waking up at 4 am on a rainy November day and the constant moaning from pretty much everybody from ramp agents to copilots.
The feeling of being totally knackered, completely useless for months at the time, with the company changing my schedule weekly if not daily.
The stress of coming up with a holiday idea to try and recover, only to be even more stressed once back home.
The constant talk from management of the need to cut costs because times are tough (were they?? Really??).
The repetitive pattern of a groundhog day, where everyone is pretty much miserable until the next picture they post on instagram where all of a sudden no one is complaining about discretion or going into their day off anymore (hang on, wasn’t that the FIRST thing you told me at the briefing?!).
And this comes from someone who is blessed to be within the the LUCKY FEW with a stable job and good income for a good few years.
I could go on, but I won’t. It’s just to give a bit of perspective, and to remind ourselves to enjoy the moment because be careful what you wish for could never be more true come the end of the pandemic era.
Last edited by bringbackthe80s; 15th September 2020 at 05:46.