Ready for take off
"Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen. We're about to take off from New York, JFK International Airport, heading to Seattle Tacoma International Airport, flight AA 3075. The journey should take approximately 6 hours and 10 minutes. We have a cloudless sky, the weather forecast in Seattle; well it's cloudy and raining, temperature at 50°F. Have a nice flight."
How would you feel if you have to hear this twice a day?
Every week?
For four months?
Don't try to imagine, it's not worth it. The sad thing is just that I have to and I have no other choice left. You see I'm a stewardess. Air hostess. Mile High Club gold member. Whatever they call us in these days.
But I'm not a Mile High Club member. I wish I were but at the moment I'm not getting any, which is annoying and stupid and shitty and…just sad.
Actually I'm just doing this job, so I can finance a better living when I'll move to Seattle. Two more months. (Honestly? I'm just doing this for Izzie and to top up my shopping budget a little bit) Actually I don't need this job. My mother could provide for everything until I die. She's the owner of the hotel chain "The Grey". She wasn't very inventive with the name. The Ellis Grey.
You have to know that I really love to shop. And not just H&M or Tally Weijl. I mean Chanel, Prada, Versace, Jimmy Choo, Manolo Blahnik…
I'm also a Shopaholic.
So you see, I'm just a stewardess, air hostess or whatever for now. Temporary. I have a job waiting for me at the hotel. In Seattle. I'm the manager of one of my mothers hotels. My mother even let me to name the hotel (it still belongs to "The Grey"). I named it ''Lavender Inn".
By the way, I'm Meredith. Meredith Grey.
And I'm on my way to Seattle. Again. Another uneventful flight.
That's what you think