Five hours ago, I got the phone call from Southend. Having flown as cabin crew for BritWorld for just eight months, I already feel that I've lost a friend. We were a small, close family at Gatwick, highlighted at our end of season **** up just a few weeks ago where flight deck, cabin, and ground crew chatted, danced, and drank together as equals. I always felt that we woked together as a team, doing whatever it took to get the flights away and our customers happy. Talking to other crew today, there is a palpable sense of having lost something special.
To all the cabin crew I flew with, professional to the end, thanks for making flying such fun. To the flight deck, you've made our job so enjoyable, never too busy to explain how those shiny machines worked, and passing on your enthusiasm for flying. To Jim and Helen on the ground, coping with frequent delays and tech problems with humour and efficiency, thank you. To all those in Southend that found us interesting work, and who worked their behinds off to keep us going, thanks
To all of those who have posted messages of support, again thank you. Let's hope this is the last loss of jobs (however optomistic that may be). Let's hope the light at the end of the tunnel will soon be visible.
