If I were to imagine myself totally happy with my job, I would be walking in a long isle, smiling to passengers, asking if they want a blanket, a pillow, coffee or tea, helping a short old lady put her bag in the compartment and handing food and beverages with a smile with a blush on infested face. Haiii! Life would have been good and the chances of meeting that handsome, lean, blue eyed man would be higher.
But I got thin too late, do not have that 20/20 vision, lost half my molars and is now overage. Excuses excuses!!!
Haaaiii!! A girl can dream!
