You know you’re completely unhappy with your job…
…When you call in sick for layovers. 29hours London.
Well to be fair, I am sick. Sick in the head, and sick and tired of flying :p
Watching the awesomeness that is Pam Am did nothing to encourage myself in my chosen field.
So tomorrow, I will enjoy the extra free day by fulfilling my domestic duties (i.e. doing laundry, and organizing the all the clothes still lying around my room).
I’d take the entire week off if I could. Sigh.
