Princesses. ? I’m equally aghast at guys turning up for this (the usual suspects it would have to be said, the usual lemons, sadly no Kevin Sp&cey), however the individuals enduring all that the freighter roster entails, and all the
that go with it, can hardly be described as princesses.
Chronic sleep disruptions, changes, inconsistencies in who provides wake up calls and notifications.
A death on the aircraft.
Had 10 or 12 roster changes lately, on the one pattern ? Lost leave and G days ( forget o days they’re just part of the pattern ) {6 last year } have we. ?
Expected to make one’s own way across GDL/ DEL/ you name it in a taxi having PT’d in EY or PX’d for 20 + hrs, pay for it yourself and claim it back, getting the money back 3 months later ?
Inability to obtain any form of decent meal at the usual ungodly arrival times as everything is shut ( even the main hub ANC ) and no boxed lobster meals ( à la Boston) for thee.
Thought not. Walk a mile in someone else’s shoes before you comment, and the freighter guys and gals are very far from princesses. Pillow menus anyone ? Duvet gate ?