Thoughts Of Today

Life's Lessons

As my year off from university is drawing to an end, I am now confronted by the daunting prospect of my final year. It can go two ways. Good or bad. If there were an in between then that’s not good enough.

I love my job at the airport. I feel appreciated and wanted within my work. I love my colleagues and I love that the job is active and social. If I am not communicating with passengers, then I am communicating with staff and if I am not communicating to staff, then I am communicating to passengers. If there is one (obvious) thing to take away from this, is that I can say I am less anxious about people.

Well, I’ve kind forced myself back into society and relearned how to talk to people and care less about judgemental people. Always remain friendly, polite, and professional within the work place. Do this, and you won’t go wrong.

So what do I like about my job? apart from the social aspect, I also like how active the job is. I am never stuck at one place doing the same one thing… I do one job for 20 odd minutes before changing to do something else. The job variety is incredible.

I also love the fact that I can tell people what to do haha “Sir, please remove that belt.”, “Madam, The high heels need to be removed and into the tray”, and “Are you carrying any items for anybody who is not travelling?”. There is an ego behind the uniform to say the least.

The best thing is walking through a supermarket after a shift with my high visibility jacket and “SECURITY” printed on the back… It grabs the attention to say the least but that could just be the fluorescent yellow colour. It be an even better bonus if all woman had a thing for men in uniforms too… *sigh* haha

I don’t mind waking 2am or 4am or 10pm for my job. It’s different. Not your average 9 to 5 office job. No, no, no. Far from it!

Excuse the short gallery but photo taking are restricted at work!

My greatest concern is that perhaps I love this job too much.

ta ta for now

The Realisation.

Life's Lessons, Poems

I can recall your face but I can’t recall your name
You’re just like the rest of them, black, white and the same.

You were always here for me but to you I was never there
I tried to live the lie but the truth is I never cared.

I was your everything but you were just a past time
But I realise now, what I have done should be a crime.

It’s too late to apologise and say I’m sorry
So live your life free, and just forget about me.


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