From the article:
“They may be the prettiest in the sky but on ground and behind closed doors the company is so damn ugly.”
Well, duh. I feel for the girl having her dream ended, but you dance with the devil, and all that..
I brought countless pax into the flight deck for visits and pics on the ground. It was pretty much the best part of the job. Seeing a child light up at the chance was worth far more than worrying about the infinitesimally small chance of losing some stupid job. It was a bit of humanity in an amoral, remorseless machine of a company. If I'd been sacked for doing so I would have considered it a badge of honour but I never worried about it for a second and never had an issue. Actually, I never wasted any time thinking about it whatsoever until now. Just lucky I guess?
Spending your life attempting to interpret manuals in the most conservatively stifling way to "protect" oneself - no matter how you rationalize it "necessary" - isn't my idea of healthy employ.