It was the middle of January, which meant New York had become actively hostile to human life, and I had two days off between trips. I was off probation, holding a really crappy schedule, broke enough to consider catered crew meals part of my compensation package, and in possession of
Chapter 1 The Wrong Colosseum0:00/1133.252631× This week I'm sharing what I've been working on: recording the audiobook version of The Wrong Colosseum! I'm about a third of the way through recording the audiobook, and having a lot of fun telling the
There are few people more terrifying to a brand-new flight attendant than a senior flight attendant who is both very good at her job and impossible to read. People in the airline industry are just like people in every industry, but with a few more quirks. There are many
Usually I publish a post every Wednesday at 11:11am, but I’ve missed writing a few because I was deep into final edits for something else: my first Margaret, the Flight Attendant Adventure novel! First, you can find the book right here (affiliate link) - https://amzn.to/3TPBJkJ I’
💗This is my first submission to a writing contest, and it came in 2nd out of 35 in my genre, then made it to the "Sweet 16" in the overall contest! My heart is beating way too fast for someone who is, technically, on “vacation” for the next
This is the first chapter of my rom-com-mystery novella featuring Margaret. It has not been reviewed by an editor, so all mistakes are mine. The title isn't my final choice, I just needed something there so I could stop thinking about it and "Margaret McCallum
One of the weirdest skills I developed as a flight attendant was the ability to spot pilots in the wild. Flight attendants notice everything, and this is no different. “But Maigen, I can spot a pilot too! They’re easy to see at the airport.” I’m not talking about
Once I made up my mind that I was going to try standup comedy ”in character” it only took me two weeks to make it happen. Helium Comedy Club has Open Mic nights regularly, and I just…showed up and did it. It was both as hard and easier than
Every spring, like everyone else in the U.S., I'd sit down with my crappy laptop and open the H & R Block website and try to figure out how to pay as little tax as legally possible on the approximately twelve dollars and change Delta had paid
Gossipy, behind-the-scenes, (sometimes fictionalized) memoir storytelling about the not-that-glamorous life of a broke and single flight attendant from 2008-2014
"Girl, you need to call crew scheduling and get put on this flight tonight." That was the first thing I heard when I answered my phone. I didn't even have time to say hello. My friend Adrian was on the other end, sounding like the kind
I've been curating a getting-hyped-up-for-a-workout playlist for the last few weeks by adding songs from a variety of inspirations. When I listened to the playlist in the car this morning, I realized that some of these songs evoke really specific memories. They are
There are apparently limits to what even the internet can do. I promise I tried to find him. Not in a deeply concerning way. More in a “surely ChatGPT is powerful enough to identify one absurdly beautiful lower-division Italian soccer player from 2011” kind of way. But despite my
I’m not trying to make you feel sorry for me, but I need you to understand that I don’t think you’ve ever been as sad as I was on my first Christmas as a flight attendant. I know that sounds dramatic. It is dramatic. It is also
Last week’s story about Tico Torres is one of my favorites to tell. It's got magic, romance, a lot of charm and charisma (both his and mine). I've enjoyed telling that story and many others over the years. I tried to dial it back to
The first time you ever pick up the PA as a brand-new flight attendant, it feels like you’ve just been asked to perform stand-up comedy for an audience that cannot leave. All those faces in rows as far back as you can see, all looking at you,
One of the most interesting things that changed when I became a flight attendant has nothing to do with the job itself and everything to do with how the world suddenly looked back at me. Suddenly, I was no longer just a person on a plane. I was the flight
There are two types of people who end up in crash pads: First, there are the ones who think, “Oh, this is just a temporary situation, I’ll figure something out soon.” Second are the ones who realize, “Oh. This is the situation.” If you’re based in New York
There is a very specific kind of psychological shift that happens when you go from “person with a job” to “person who can be summoned at any time by a computer system that does not care about your feelings.” And for me, that shift had a name: Access Days. Or
No one tells you where you’re going to sleep when you become a flight attendant in New York. They tell you how to evacuate a plane in 90 seconds,* how to guide people to "step, JUMP, and slide" out of the 777 once you've popped
There are many nights I remember clearly. There are also quite a few nights I remember in fragments. And then there are nights where my memory is less of a timeline and more of a highlight reel stitched together from leftover vibes, secondhand accounts, stamps on my hand (or wristbands)
I have been pulled aside by TSA more times than I can count. Almost all of them were while I was a flight attendant. Let me be clear and say I wasn't pulled aside because I'm dangerous. I just sometimes make questionable packing decisions. It was
