Idiots

I've spent the last couple of days working with idiots.  Nice, friendly, college-educated people, but idiots nonetheless.

 

While I recognize that my job isn't rocket science, it does require reasonably good interpersonal skills, a modicum of self-initiative, and lots of common sense.

 

While there are occasional flight responsibilities that occur only on specific flights (interntional procedures only on interntional flights, the use of airstairs at airports where a jetway is malfunctioning, seating restrictions for light load situations, etc.), there are typical responsibilities that occur with every flight, every single take off and every single landing.  Which is why it is so surprising to me to be flying with someone who doesn't know what to do -- after several years of flying.

 

Last night, descending into our layover city, a co-worker stood in the back galley chatting with me while I attempted to close our the final paperwork of the flight.  Let's see, I was closing galley bins, doing paper, cleaning up the galley, and she was. . . standing there doing nothing.  I finally asked her to close bins and drawers on the side of the galley she was standing on.  She just looked at me with a dazed look, and asked again what it was that I wanted her to do.

 

At this point I just kicked into high gear and did it myself.  Not the preferred choice, I realize, but there was no time to explain what needed to be done.  We were going to land soon.  I asked how long she had been flying, figuring that she must be new.  She said six years.  SIX YEARS and you don't know how to secure the galley for landing? 

 

Sometimes I work with idiots.