January 30th, 1989

January 30th, 1989

At home

Very early start in the dark this morning;

Taxi from home to the train station – ten minutes.

Train to London – fifty minutes.

Tube from Euston to Hatton Cross – twenty-five minutes.

Walk to Cranebank – twenty minutes.

And this will be my commute for the next six weeks. Why? Because I just started Cabin Crew training with British Airways.

Cranebank (BA’s training school) is massive and I felt a bit nervous walking in for the first time, but there were signs on where to go. I was one of the first in the classroom, which was good as I got to watch everyone else arriving. The first person I spoke to is a friendly guy called Carl. I think he could be a bit of a lad, but very funny with it. The next person in was Lolly, a really pretty girl who sat next to me, and even although we just met, I can imagine us being friends.

We have three instructors who have each been flying for fifteen years or more. They talked to us about the history of British Airways, and then we went around the room introducing ourselves. As lame as that “exercise” was, I actually enjoyed hearing about everyone’s backgrounds. Seems half of us have worked for other airlines, mostly charter flying with Monarch, Britannia, Dan Air, and of course Air Europe.

Much of the day was spent talking about the British Airways brand, and it was made quite clear that expectations are high, for cabin crew with “The World’s Favourite.”

Didn’t get too much time to talk amongst ourselves, but I did get to chat a little to Carl and Lolly. There’s a zany girl from Australia, and three girls from Scotland (not including me.) The Scottish girls seem really nice, Lorna is the oldest, and it sounds like she’s lived in a lot of different places. A tall Irish girl, but I can’t remember her name. A guy from Manchester who I think will come out of his shell sooner than most of us, and there’s a girl from Manchester as well, but she didn’t say much. Guy called Sam, whose expressions made me laugh, and a few others, whose names I can’t remember.

A girl called Maisy from my class, gave me a lift to Hatton Cross tube station. I hadn’t had a chance to talk to her the entire day, but I did hear her nervous giggle. She talked while she drove, all the way to the tube station, but I didn’t care because she saved me from a twenty-minute walk in the cold.

Took two and a half hours to get home. That’ll get old fast, then again it’s only for six weeks, after which I get to fly around the world! Now that the first day is over, I’m actually really excited at the prospect of it all.

 

 

 

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