One week in and I feel like I have gone back in time to when I started uni and I’ve just completed freshers week. Except swap the 5am drunken mishaps to 5am wake-up calls and shots of vodka and tequila for uncountable amounts of coffee. I’ve got this feeling where home is like a distant memory and it’s like I’ve been here forever.
I’ve been eased into my new career but next week is when things get serious. Intense training begins, so i’m getting ready for two weeks of masses amounts of revision, exams, the lot. I suppose it is just like being back at uni. I’m ready to get stuck in and see what cabin crew life is all about and if serving ‘chicken or beef’ really is the extent of it.