12:10 AM, my alarm goes off, I wake up, confused and sleepy-eyed…. WHY is my alarm going off at this hour, I think to myself. Then I remember, oh yeah, you have to get ready for work. I go into the bathroom and start getting ready. Today consists of a quick makeup and hair routine because I need to get out the door by 1:00 AM. I change into my uniform and finish packing my suitcase. In the kitchen, I stuff my lunch box so full of food it barely zips up. I load up the car and hit the road. It’s time for my 3 1/2 hour commute to my base. The highways are dark and empty besides semi-trucks. I drink my cold brew and listen to a couple of Tim Ferriss podcasts and stay alert as I can. I see a shooting star and make a wish. I can’t remember the last time I’ve seen a shooting star!
I arrive at the airport, ride the employee shuttle in, and rush to my gate. It’s 4:30 AM and Starbucks isn’t open yet. Luckily I packed a Red Bull because I need it. We work a long flight to Denver. Everyone is sleeping so the beverage service doesn’t take me long to complete. Now there’s a little downtime, so I try to do a little reading but it makes me sleepier. I’m reading The Invention or Wings right now.
We get to Denver and have to switch planes. This gives me some time for coffee and food. This is too much caffeine to be drinking, I know. It cannot be healthy!
I eat the most delicious, ripest mango as I wait for the plane to come in. It’s a big mango and I’m getting some stares from people. I don’t care! It’s delicious! I think about how it would make a great ice cream…. Or how great it would be if I had some Tajin….
We work a flight to Salt Lake City and back. It’s snowing so we have to de-ice. Luckily, the procedure doesn’t take too long today.
We make it back to Denver and we’re done! Just three flights today and we’re finished fairly early in the day since we started so early. Off to the hotel we go on the shuttle. We pass by the creepy horse statue with red eyes. Blucifer, as the locals call it. The statue killed its creator during the process of building it. It reminds me about the Denver airport conspiracy theories.
I get to the hotel, check in, then eat my food. It’s nothing notable; mostly snacks and a frozen dinner. So sad. I’m ashamed, but it is what it is. I’m trying to save money, and also I know I’ll probably want to do something in Missoula, Montana tomorrow since it’s one of my favorite layovers.
At this point a nap is vital. I fall asleep and accidentally sleep three hours instead of 1 1/2. This happens a lot, and this is why I’m writing a blog post at midnight, which ironically is what time I woke up the night before.
I take a brisk fifty degree walk outside. It’s a little chilly for my bones for a run, so I work out at the hotel gym for a long time. It’s kind of a lonely night, to be honest. This job can be that way a lot of the time. Sometimes you bond with your crew members and have a long layover in a fun location, and sometimes you don’t. It’s difficult because a lot of the time I want to socialize and hang out, but it’s not exactly healthy and economical.
Now it’s time to shower, wind down, eat some chocolate, and settle in for the night. The bed is calling my name (again). Luckily, tomorrow I have a later start time and no commute! Good night, Denver.