Friday, March 09, 2007

Success Vs. Failure

Well, I just got back from another four day trip, and I see that I have to go to Tampa , Florida today. I'm only home for a few hours but I still wanted to blog anyway.

Sometimes I wonder, how people can be so excellent. I really would like to know. I have been meeting people that are so wonderful. They are young, have an amazing personality and excel at everything they do.

One of my friends, he was a television host on a Mexican Television station. Everyone who meets him falls in love with his personality. He is so smart, and sweed, and kind. Then another person I met on my last trip, is a makeup artist. He works in New York City and does high fashion shows. His Mother is a concert Pianist, and his sister who, like her brother is also in her 20's she is a surgeon.

What I wonder is, what causes some people to be so good, and so successful while some others want to be such miserable losers? You know the ones I mean. The ones that don't want to work, and leech off of the government and other people. Then they complain about the hand that they were dealt in life, when they actually chose it.

Now of course we reap what we sow. But what is it that makes people so different? What is it that motivates some people to be lazy? What it is that motivates some people to want to succeed?

There are plenty of people who rose out of poverty and abuse to become successful. Just look at Oprah Winfrey. She grew up in the ghetto and was sexually abused. Now she is the richest woman in America who helps millions of others.

We all have the same opportunity. We can choose to be successful or not. We are all responsible for our own future.

Of course there are some people in this world who do not have a choice. I am not talking about them. I am talking about the people who have opportunity but choose not to take it.

I don't get it, I guess I never will, but I do find it so interesting.
Thursday, March 01, 2007

One Year Anniversary Rambling

Today is my one year anniversary as a flight attendant. I've had my share of ups and downs, mostly ups though.

Surprisingly, almost half of my classmates from training have already quit. I guess the living out of your suitcase and being a slave isn't for everyone.

I can never say never, but I don't think I would ever quit this job, and if I did, I am sure I would be quite sorry.

Last week we had a snowstorm and I was cursing scheduling for sending me out on a trip. I had to drive 75 miles at 1:30 in the morning, only to spin out and end up in the grass in the middle of the freeway. My dearest Fredi was kind enough to drive me to work.

I couldn't believe we were still alive when the car stopped spinning. We were so thankful that a tractor trailer didn't hit us. We dredged on and I made it to work without a scratch.

Then a few hours later I was in the Dominican Republic with the sun shining on my face, in the 80 degree weather, and the morning stress disappeared.

I am so close to no longer being a slave. I am about two months away within the company that I no longer will be the property of scheduling. I am chomping at the bit to have a normal life, well as normal as it can be for a flight attendant.

No more being at the mercy of scheduling! I can go where I want when I want, and no one will decide my geograpic location except myself. I will no longer have to wait for the phone to ring in the middle of the night for my next assignment. Scheduling also controls how much money you can make. They level you after a certain number of hours so you cannot control your paycheck.

I know that may all sound like rambling, but I am very excited to be set free. I've had a beautiful year, and I am not bitter like many others. So here I will be soon, still a flight attendant, but in control of my own schedule. This is where I have my dream sequence. I'm picturing myself on the beach back in Mexico and getting paid to snorkel. Ahh...

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