Ive flown PAL, Cebu Pacific, Asian Spirit, Qatar Airways, Malaysia, & Emirates. of all, I love Qatar.
Nov 13th 2010. Left home at 6am, took the taxi and got to Diamond Hotel at 10mins to 7. I was still in my flip flops knowing that it will still start at 9. The line was already long. I'm like the 26th or the 30th on the line. Done this several times. In dubai and abu dhabi, but I must say I've never felt so intimidated. Filipinos are so competitive, especially this two girls beside me. Its like they are joining the miss universe competition and they are here to sabotage one another, that's what they did to me, its mental sabotage. I'm in my stockings and they are talking out loud about those wearing stockings that they don't have good skin that's why they are hiding it. They are also talking about the not so tall girls applying for the position and the not so young ones. These two at my back are winning by far in making me feel down. And this can't be.
I took my ipod and plugged my earphone. I don't need to hear this dummies talk about people at their back or in this case, at their side.
At 7am, the crowd poured. The line was so long already. The line was up to the lobby of the hotel already. And base on experience, it will fill the lobby and the front of the hotel. I'm just thankful I was a bit early. I may wait long but I will leave early too. I can still hear the murmurs of this two girls talking. I hope they learn to shut up!
0720h... The most important thing I brought today is the ipod. At least I couldn't hear this two or in that case other people talking. I just wanna get on with it. Music is lifting me from the ditch these girls have drowned me.
0730h... We were seated. Was at the second row. The table set up of the interviewer want good. There were 4 of them. The two interviews are seated together in one table. Its like distract the other people doing interview or get distracted. I would probably go the middle interviewer base on where I'm seated.
I'm looking at the rest of the applicants and its making me feel sick. What the hell am I doing here? I'm not an FA material and that's a fact. My face has pimples hidden under the thick make up. I'm not that tall either so I wore a high heeled shoes. I'm wearing stockings since my skin aint that good. So the question remains, what am I doing here? Should I leave? But I'm here already! So go and carry on then. This will be the last time you'll see this crowd anyways.
Tomorrow is a sunday. I already advised mom to buy newspaper so I can browse on available jobs. Next week I will start applying with other agencies.
Toiling the day. Its only 820. Everyone knows I have a short patience and hates waiting. Its like the longest couple of hours of my life. Lost self confidence the moment I stepped in. I gotta give it to the filipinos. They take this shit freaking seriously. Its like a room full of Ken and Barbie dolls.
This is the job I want. Its like this or never. Well not really never but if this doesn't materialise, ill be searching for a job which ill probably hate and quit after a few months. Why can't we have everything we want. I know I worked too damn hard for this.
25 mins more. I hope its enough for me to gain my confidence and snap out from this before suffocate. And there I went.
The morning went by and to keep myself busy, I went out with my family to megamall. And when we were at St Francis, a call came in advising to come over tom for screening, exam and rech test.
Feeling lucky that out of a over a thousand applicants, I got the call back, I went and bought new blouse and skirt for tomorrow.
Nov 14th, arrived at the diamond hotel at 6am. I was actually the first one. Plugged my earphone and waited for the time. 0800h, we went up and signed for attendance. Was given my name plate #4 DINA.
2 lady FAs were infront to check and test us. One was puertorican and the other, Indian. They were nice. I said to myself:
This thing I promise... Posted in my blog and here as a reminder to keep. If I get accepted... No more personal reasons... I will just do the job... No more complains... I'm getting old and I need a stable job... Let this be it.
They showed us a short video to give us an overview of the job. Then the examination begun. Written and reach test.
Me: I'm done, I placed my papers at the table, can I go to the rest room?
Puertorican FA: Go, (peaking at her watch ) 45mins.
Me: smiled and left the room.
1140h its like I'm waiting for my death penalty. And so it was served. Out of about two thousand applicants from yesterdays, trimmed down to 100 of us in the room. To about 20 applicants, unfortunately, I wasnt one of these 20.
I went home with all my dreams of being an FA gone. But then again, as Ive said, I did try. :)
