A Marriott |
Inside Voice has a
sassy personality that I can't always control. I try to keep Inside
Voice silent, but sometimes it just blurts out. Inside Voice's
favorite response to the question, “Does Mother Airline pay for
your hotels?” is, “No, we sleep in the terminal in makeshift
shanty towns of lost and found coats and jackets and old seat
cushions.” Inside Voice can be so sassy. Of course Mother Airlines
provides for our hotels.
It's said that back
in the day, flight attendants had to bunk up and share a room. Today,
our contract provides language of certain expectations for our hotel
layovers. They must be of a certain standard (sorry, Best Western and
Howard Johnson, our standards are high), be located in a safe
environment, have food available, provide Internet access, provide no
smoking rooms and a room for each crew member. Bunking up is strictly
at the whims of the crew involved. (And yes, there have been times
I've willingly bunked up, but that is for a completely different
series!)
Most of our crew
hotels are of the caliber of Marriott, Doubletree, Hyatt or Sheraton.
One of the things I enjoy about my job the most are the layovers. I
love the chance to get out and explore, engage in new cultures, see
how people live and work, and enjoy a nice hotel room. Some hotels
are fantastic to stay in. Others are quite mundane. Only a few were
bad enough that I would never wish them on anyone else! (I'm looking
at you DC.)
Almost any crew
member will readily admit that there is nothing better than staying
in a hotel that is attached to the airport. Not having to wait for
the van, tip the driver or spend time in transport, are a huge bonus!
It's a fairly rare, bonus, however, as most of our layovers require
the van ride.
My favorite hotel
chain is probably Marriott, although I love the free cookies when you
check in at a Doubletree. But with Marriott, you know that no matter
what city you're in, you're going to have the same basic room...down
to the same desk and lamp. It's sort of nice to have that
expectation. Of course, that doesn't help in trying to figure out in
which city you're in. “Wasn't I in this room last night?”
I'm often hear
jealousy from others of all the room service I must take advantage
of. Room service is a nice luxury, however, if I were to do it on a
regular basis, I'd need another job to support the habit. Yes, most
hotels give us a small discount- usually 15%. But most hotels tack on
a 20% charge plus a fee for the opportunity to have someone bring
your meal to your room. I've only taken advantage of room service at
a hand full of hotels; once when the crew discount for food was 50%
and perhaps a few times when I just didn't feel like getting dressed
and going down for food.
The Peabody Hotel in Memphis |
I've found a routine
in entering a room and I'm not sure if I should attribute this to be
slightly anal retentive or just comforted in having a routine for the
many hotels in which I stay. Number one is safety and locating my
exits in case of emergency. I enter the room and inspect it for
intruders and odors. I refuse rooms that still have a lingering odor
of cigarettes.
Off comes the tie
and my airline ID badge, then the shoes. As I take off my watch, I
verify that the room's clock is correctly set; you'd be surprised at
how many times I have to adjust a clock. After this, I adjust the
thermometer. I like the room to be between 67-70 degrees. In a hot
locale, I may turn it down as low as 60!
Now it's time to
lose the uniform, hanging it in the closet. Then I set out the items
in the bath room on a washcloth; toothbrush and paste, comb, meds,
deodorant, cologne, cotton swabs, liquid soap (I bring my own so I
don't waste the hotel's on a single use) and like a rock star's
dressing room, it's always set out in the same fashion. After all, I
am a rock star. Of sorts.
Once this is
complete, I may need to facilitate...or as some might say, use the
oval office. Usually, when I get to a hotel room, I've been working a
long day—as long as 16 hours. Airplane lavs are disgusting and I
avoid having to sit in one at all costs.
As my name-sake
might suggest, I don't like a lot of heat, so the next thing I do is
remove the down comforter from the bed. When I started this job 15
years ago, it was rare to see down on any hotel bed in the US. But
today, 99% of the hotels in which I stay have down. It gets old
ripping the bed apart and making it back every time I'm in a hotel
room. The only times I can handle sleeping under a hot down comforter
is when I make the room 60 degrees or colder!
It's at this point
that I can do what I need to do. On a short layover, that means going
right to bed, as by this point I may have an alarm set for as little
as 6 hours later (Flight attendants often have only an 11 hour
layover, which is block-to-block, meaning once you subtract
deplaning, getting to the hotel, checking in, doing the above
settling in, getting up, showering, dressing, getting back to the
airport and starting work an hour prior to takeoff for passenger
boarding, you're only left with 6-7 hours for sleeping!)
If sleeping is not
necessary right away, I'm usually on my computer to write a story,
checking email or chat with friends all over the globe. When I have a
longer layover, I really love getting out to explore and take photos
or working out in the gym.
They are our chance
to recharge. They are our home away from home. They are nice,
comfortable and if we're lucky, close to things we enjoy doing if we
have enough time to do them. Yes, a nice hotel after a long day
flying the skies is just the thing needed between flights.
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I love staying in hotels, often the hotel is much a destination for us as thee city. Room service is my guilty pleasure. Too bad you don't get at least one meal gratis, that makes it tough for you. Knowing you in can see you putting out your things in order. I suspect we would travel well together!
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