"Paris, First Class, International."
January 4, 2008These are the inspiring words Donna (Gwyneth Paltrow) recites many times in the movie View From the Top, as she’s trying to get into the company of Royalty Airlines, the best of such, as a flight attendant. I watched this film the other day when I was too lazy to get out of my room and iron my clothes. But, I’m not going to write about the movie, because to tell you the truth, there’s actually nothing in there. View From the Top is just one of those chick flicks that try to flatter the heart of every girl who watches it. It’s not even a “good” movie. For whatever criteria a person has in rating a movie, I’m sure this film won’t even pass as good. What the heck, I thought I’m not going to write about the movie?! Anyhow, I am all about the flight attendant thingy.
It is my latest dream, to be a flight attendant, an international flight attendant. Before, I just lose myself in a trance wherein I am a vice president of an advertising company, in which signing documents, watching presentations, and playing solitaire in my own flat-screen computer are part of all in a day’s work. Then I learned that is not what I could be. I am not creative and I couldn’t come up with bright ideas everyone will worship, so I have no right to criticize and approve bright ideas myself. I could be more like a… more like a flight attendant!
All the perks that a woman is looking for in a job is in that one, as far as I know. (I need not enumerate the perks; you all know what an F.A. does.) Having the preferred height of 5’6 and body built that is reasonably in between skinny and fat, I told myself I have a big chance in my dream.
In fact, a year ago, I gave it a shot. But just when I was about to start taking steps, reality bit me in the ass. Actually, it was more of “it bit me then it kicked me, and then it left me bruised out in a field.” (Oh, that might be too exaggerated, so let’s just consider using the “reality bit me in the ass” phrase again, ok?) My set of teeth is far from the “pearly, shiny, white” ones that you see on commercials; my legs and elbows are like a museum of scars, which I got from outdoor games and sports that I enjoyed in my childhood and teenage years; and my eyes have these horrendous bags which make me look like I haven’t slept for 25 years when I’ve only been living for almost 22 years. To make the long boring story short, it was out of my league, therefore I got rejected. Ouch!
Honestly, I thought that dream will make me fly, but then it made me fell on rock solid ground (head first) because it almost shattered my confidence. Almost, however, it didn’t. I’m thankful that it didn’t. I guess it’s time to pick a new dream. …Hmm, what do you think about another woman taking over our country’s presidency?
