I fly with the nightmare captian this trip. I will give her the name "Unne Cultoured."
The first time I flew with Unne I could tell she looked down on flight attendants. I am talking nose in the air stuck up. As with most people, I didn't judge her by my first impression, so she had the chance to redeem herself. One day I was in the crew lounge freaking out. I had mistakenly thought that they had changed uniforms and had no idea how I would afford it. I was really angry, especially since they didn't provide samples for us to try on (of course they didn't, they hadn't switched yet. I said something like "Can you believe they expect us to buy them without trying them on?" and she, tactlessly said to me "you guys always complain how bad the uniforms are, now you are complaining that you have new ones." Mean. And that is easy for her to say, considering the company is required to pick up the cost of all of the pilot's uniforms.
Now I have to fly with her. She is the type of person to report me for sitting in the wrong place during the flight, or for not keeping EVERY SINGLE carryon bag off the plane. The F/O is new. I really hope I get along with him, so its not like the flight with the letch captain where the F/O didn't speak to me since letch and I didn't get along. Eww, I am having an anxiety attack. Unne is like the "Mean Girls" in Jr. High, except all grown up. To make her even more unlikable, she is loudly ultra right-wing, like the kind that embarrasses the moderate right-leaners. This is how she got the name "Unne Cultoured" The shrimpy captian doesn't have the great figure that Ann Coulter does, but they both have that cold, dead look in their eyes.
I wish I swapped out of this trip, I could have worked mothers day and helped someone out. Too late now I guess. The worst part will be the lonliness, 3 days with no-one to vent to. But good news is I have a cell phone now! Welcome to the 21st century Diana!
mood: anxious, dread