Last week I read a very funny script –
CLUELESS ABOUT CHRISTMAS –
about wigged-out Flight Attendant, Ali Payne, who gets fired for her bad holiday attitude after a youtube-worthy meltdown on a hellish, delayed Thanksgiving Weekend Flight.
Then this weekend I read this hilarious Tweet-Summary about an annoying airplane passenger — a real live “Pain”– on a real live hellish, delayed Thanksgiving Weekend Flight — who could’ve been in the script I read. It’s so crazy how life imitates art and art imitates life, isn’t it?
Do you think it’s a sign — the synchronicity? Is the world speaking to me because I’m destined to play Ali? (I wish!)
I’d never heard of Tweeter/Producer Elan Gale till I read this Huffington Post article, but I looked him up and ironically, he produces Reality TV. (Reality TV’s not my thing, but Elan Gale’s my new hero, ahaha.)
Here’s the Tweetathon from The Huffington Post — I had to include it all!
Annoying Airplane Passenger Thinks She’s The Only One Who Celebrates Thanksgiving
The Huffington Post | Posted: 11/29/2013 12:51 pm EST | Updated: 11/30/2013 10:56 am EST
This extremely passive-aggressive airplane feud is one for the ages.
It took place on Thanksgiving Day between a middle-aged woman known as “Diane” and a righteously-indignant TV producer, Elan Gale, who live-tweeted the entire hilarious, maddening encounter as it happened.
The saga began when the US Airways flight to Phoenix was delayed at takeoff:
Our flight is delayed. A woman on here is very upset because she has Thanksgiving plans. She is the only one obviously. Praying for her.
She’s telling the flight attendants that it is Thanksgiving. She wants them to know she wants to have dinner with her family
The male flight attendant said “I understand ma’am. I’m looking forward to seeing my family too.” She responded “This isn’t about you”
Her family is very important to her, she says. Her family has a special recipe for stuffing. She needs to be there to help. It is crucial.
She has a connecting flight. Why doesn’t anyone understand she has a connecting flight? Why do people not understand her needs?
“Today is Thanksgiving! I’m supposed to be with my family. NOT with you people I barely know!”
She had to sit down because we took off. She has been muttering “about DAMN time” and I can hear her breathing from 5 rows back
I sent the lady a glass of wine and a note:
Now for all of you who are hanging out at the airport, waiting to fly home after the long Thanksgiving Weekend — GOOD LUCK! Hopefully ”Diane” won’t be on your flight!
Whatever… SAFE TRAVELS – and wherever you are, FIND THE FUNNY — like Elan Gale does
How do we know if we need to work harder for something we really want or if it’s time to give up, time to let go? That’s a tough question, because when we’re in the middle of it – like a career we think we’re right for, but stuck halfway up a very high hill — or a relationship that’s good in some ways, but maybe not good enough when it comes to forever and ever — we just don’t know.
It’s confusing because we might get a lot of positive feedback in our chosen CAREER (like I get from Casting Directors, or people I’ve worked with in the past) but not a lot of jobs. Or maybe the POSSIBLE SOULMATE we adore opens up a little bit more (like a certain doctor in my ER), but then pulls back… Ugh!
“To Be or Not To Be…”
Life has a lot of sorta-right-sorta-wrong gray areas, where we’re sorta stuck… sucked in by emotional quicksand.
And it’s a case-by-case situation – there’s no crystal-ball-global-answer, which is beyond frustrating! Sometimes it helps if we do an out-of-body and look in – like we’re advising a best friend who’s in the exact same situation.
What advice would I give myself if I’m being totally objective? Keep Reading»
Sometimes when I’m lucky I wake up in an unexplainably good mood and the whole day smiles with possibility. But other times (like last night) my brain storms overtime with thunderous worrywart issues that get bigger and BIGGER — I can’t budge from bed, but I can’t go back to sleep either. It’s a nightmarish, paralyzing, painful state where I’m stuck worrying about relationships (or the lack thereof), or escalating credit card bills, or an audition I blew, or something I said and now wish I hadn’t.
FAUX PAS and PROBLEMS Echo in My Ears –
And — even though I know my problems are small compared to the ones I see in the ER, or watch on the news or read in my email alerts, they’re on my mind, magnified and they belong to me — not someone I don’t know. Emotional DRAMA zaps my common sense, causing me to act CRAZY — making things even worse than they were before. Ugh! Keep Reading»
Lately I’ve had the Baking Bug, trying out recipes before the HOLIDAYS (and if I have to be honest, because I’ve been craving something sweet).
The FIRST & the LAST Bites are always the BEST!
I always allow myself two bites of yummy batter and two bites of whatever I’ve made when it’s fresh-out-of-the-oven. I’m sure you know this — because it’s a well-known fact — if you stand in the kitchen and eat bites, it’s not really fattening : )
My Dad and his sweet tooth, are always on my “goodie basket drop-off list”, and our little neighbor Owen loves my chocolate cake with M&Ms. But even when I share with them, there’s still too much TEMPTATION left over, and that last thing I need to do before an Audition is stuff my face. Keep Reading»
COURAGE COMES IN ALL SIZES –
In the news this week: Teen activist Malala Yousafza is awarded the top human rights prize by the European Union! Will she win the Nobel Peace Prize next? My guess is “yes!” Malala is only sixteen but when she was fourteen she stood up to the Taliban, advocating the right of education for all children. Even an assassination attempt and a series of surgeries have not deterred her.
“AFRAID OF NO ONE”
Whether Malala is on the Daily Show or addressing the United Nations, she’s articulate, forthright and wise way-way-way beyond her years. Hearing Malala’s melodious inflection, I am reminded of the optimism of Anne Frank and the dream of Martin Luther King. The courageous among us see the big picture clearly, regardless of age. They step into the fire willingly, courageously, superhumanly automatically.
“Comfort Zone” is NOT a Concern for the Courageous! Keep Reading»
Is FOREVER AND EVER a figment of my imagination?
Is he someone I can’t have, so that makes me want him more? Or is he in my heart deeply, purely, completely because we’re meant to be?
Are we just a romantic moment? A true love story? Best friends? Soul mates? Two simply in sync?
Or is he a drug zapping me of sense of time and consequence? Do I experience withdrawal because I’m I addicted to the fantasy?
Am I a physical attraction that will fade from his romantic sunset? The chase that’s no longer exciting, once he catches up?
Will he slay dragons and swim through shark infested waters through sickness and frustrating life-sucking situations? Will he stick with me when I get crabby, stomachache-y and emotional monthly? Keep Reading»
On my Volunteer Shift, when I take Patients to beds, I glance at the chart to see what the complaint is so I don’t ask them to remove more clothes than they have to. That’s not exactly a Volunteer Rule (Charlayne trained us to say: “Remove all of your clothes, gown open to the back”). But in my opinion, it’s unnecessarily annoying to Patients if you add to their discomfort. If they’re in the ER for a hurt finger or toe, I’m certainly not gonna make them take off all of their clothes (“do unto others…”). But if they have a gyno, abdominal or rectal issue, it’s protocol that they remove everything and pee in a cup, so I can’t always grant myself rule-exception privileges.
Over time I’ve learned all of the color codes and what abbreviations mean like A fib (heart irregularity) or AMS (altered mental state) or CP (chest pains), but today Anthony Chan was in a particularly pissy mood (which happens frequently) and he wrote down DBI for this tat-covered greaser with missing teeth. I’d never seen that abbreviation before, so I had to ask Tyrell what it meant.
DBI might not be something they teach in medical school (or maybe it is, which would be really scary!) But either way doctors know DBI means: “dirt bag index.” Oh. Keep Reading»