Wednesday evening, I had the pleasure to accompany my cute boyfriend to a party that was being given by one of his coworkers. (Really he just wanted to show me off to everyone so that they could see that he is dating a flight attendant) For those of you who don't know, Paul is an air traffic controller at O'Hare. (Yea, my boyfriend is THAT cool!) To make a long story short, he pushes the tin that flies me all over the US.
Anyway, the get together was for a guy who had just passed all of his tests and was now certified to work at the tower O'hare. Paul had warned a few people at his work that I have the tendency to be a spitfire when provoked, but I guess noone took his warning seriously. I had even worn a pair of stilleto boots for the occasion, just in case I needed to stomp anyone a new asshole!
I went into the evening expecting to be treated like a bimbo by this bunch of type-A personalities, and was not disappointed. After all, controllers are alot like pilots, and lean more on the side of arrogant, anal retentive, dismissive to anyone who isn't one of them. Luckily for me, Paul seemed to have absent on the day when that was taught in class... LOL
So most of the interactions that I had with Paul's coworkers went a little something like this:
I got the standard, "Ohhhhh, you poor thing... You have to hang out with us. Did Paulie, drag you kicking and screaming out tonight?"
To that I replied, "No actually he didn't. I find this whole event rather amusing. Seeing a bunch of type-a egomaniacs in one room, reminds me of work."
Then there was the standard question,"So what is it that you do?"
I then said, "Oh, I am a flight attendant for Brand-X airlines at O'hare."
That's when I got the "oh you're JUST a flight attendant look" right before they walked off to talk to someone else.
Paul just stood back and watched with amazement. He knows me, and he knows that I can handle my own. I think that's one of the thingsthat he likes about me... Though he didn't expect that most of his coworkers would have treated me in the manner that they did. I have gotten used to being treated like I have an IQ of 12, when I mention what I do for a living. He hasn't gotten used to the way that people still act towards flight attendants.
There were a few who tried to one up me. You can't one up a flight attendant who is able to go anywhere in the world, pretty much anytime she choses. I don't care how much tin you can push, I have the ability to fly on anyone of them at anytime. Ever hear of the word, jumpseat and ZED fares? Ohhhhh wait, controllers haven't been able to jumpseat since 9-11-01 for security reasons, and they have to BUY plane tickets..... OOOps, my bad!
There were a FEW that actually talked to me like a person, and those were the ones who liked Paul alot as well. They also knew him well enough to know that he wouldn't waste his time with a stupid bimbo. That's not his style. It's fun to be arm candy once in awhile, but I need to be challenged mentally or else I get stir crazy. Though it was entertaining to watch this group of people be full of themselves and act like it was okay to treat their coworkers girlfriend like an idiot, I was happy to leave and spend some alone time with my man.
When Paul went back to work on Friday he got a few comments about me, in particular from one guy whom I stomped on the most. I refuse to stand there and be treated like I am mentally retarded, so I didn't. He didn't have the guts to just come out and call me a bitch to Paul. He had to be subversive and passive agressive about it, by saying how "nice" I was, and what a "sweet" girl I was. Read those words in quotes in a very sarcastic manner. Paul knew exactly what this douche canoe was trying to say, and just played along and didn't give him the time of day. Paul doesn't like this clown anyway, so me stomping him a new asshole didn't hurt his feelings in the least. The ones whom actually talked to me, said how nice it was to meet me, and all of that stuff to Paul when they saw him at work.
The moral of this story is, don't judge a book by it's cover, or in my case it's profession. If you do, watch out, I keep my claws sharp, really sharp, and I am not afraid to use them.