I used to look at Qantas as a kid with envy.
I used to sit up the front while a family member flew me across the seas.
I used to watch him proudly put on his uniform and go to work.
I used to admire the shiny paint, the spotless surfaces, the immaculate undercarriages and the gleaming facilities.
I used to play games with the flight attendants enroute.
I loved how the staff called it 'our' airline, and did all they could for the better of the company.
I couldn't wait to start my career with Qantas.
Now I look at Qantas and shake my head.
My kids will never get to visit me in my office while I'm at work.
The once shiny paint is faded, the wings and nacelles have grease trails, the gear legs and undercarriage are dirty and the facilities are old.
The flight attendants hide in the galley, and get rude if you ask for a second or third 'complimentary' bottle of wine. They certainly don't play with any kids.
The staff do the bare minimum and go home.
I will never get to work for the Qantas My family did.
