i'm loving it! (Part II)

Yesterday I was bursting with good energy as I go about doing my regular flying routine. I was eager to serve and all time hyper running around the cabin exchanging words with passengers. I do enjoy the role as a host in the airplane, at times I feel like I’m a butterfly fluttering in the pressurised cabin.

Or may be I’ve been looking forward to a coming date (I don’t know). Even so, that doesn’t deter my spirited-self when comes to working. Generally speaking, I (not always but most time) enjoy doing what I do (my flying career).

Every flight is new and every experience or encounter is different. I’m still learning, coping and better myself. That’s what keep the drive going perpetually.

Frankly, working evolves most part of our adult life. Choosing the right job thereby respecting and whole-heartedly contributing towards it. I always like the saying: Have pleasure in your job and you don’t feel like you’re working a single day.

I see my job as part and parcel of my daily activity, it has incorporated to my system so well, as if an early “morning motion”. If I don’t “do it”, I’m feeling uneasy for the rest of the day. Often than not, I look forward to dolling up myself in that my glamorous uniform. Am I insane? Never mind.

A colleague once asked how to make a flight attendant sleep when suffering from jetlag. The answer is: Wear our uniforms. Just because work is mundane and the uniform induce fatigue and weary imagination. I, however, dismiss such a tale.

Last week, I read Sumiko Tan’s column (Working gives life meaning) and can’t agree more with her philosophy towards work. Her amusing anecdote goes:

“There are those who point that no one in his right mind would say on his death bed that he wished he had spent more time at the office.

I disagree for, to me, the office is where so much of what matters in life emanates.

Call me a fool, perhaps. But at least I’m a fool who likes hard work.”

I highly admire her pride and respect for her job, mainly because she enjoys her work that brings a whole lot of self-satisfaction in her life.

Last month I was in Rome, searching around for Long Champ boutique along central del Corso where most of the luxury brands are housed along the famous street. When I was about to give up searching the store, I went forward to Burberry boutique, greeted a doorman/security personnel in a smart wear.

I simply brushed aside the idea of presuming he may not understand my Asian accented English and politely asked him whether he can tell me the location of Long Champ but in return he gazed at me with a cold short reply.

“I’m not a seller”

?????

May be what he meant was he is mainly a doorman/security personnel and nothing more. My heart whispered quietly: “It’s what you chose to be and let’s be happy of being a doorman and be merry ever after!”

Geez, he simply put me off. May be if he replied by saying he doesn’t know would be more appropriate so as not to make me form any negative impression and hence mentally scrutinizing him unfairly.

Obviously, this chap is setting boundaries in his job and does nothing more that his job is required to. So sad.

Life long enjoyable career that provides satisfaction, happiness, financial security, social circle and status, personal development and so on is never easy to find. So, I better enjoy and savour every moment of my working day.

It may be a love and hate relationship; nonetheless, I chose to love it more than I hate it. I’m loving it (job)!