Thursday, March 23, 2017
Leaving On A Jet Plane- To Orlando
It's always an emotional trip for me every time I fly out of IAH. I spent 14 years of my life there working in the airline biz and have some fond memories of it and many of the people I worked with.
Probably going to be even more emotional because I'm getting close to the April 4 anniversary day I clocked in for work as me for the first time. It would have also been my 30th anniversary year this year.
I transitioned in the middle of Terminal C, and I still have friends there who haven't retired yet who started at CAL-UA when I did and I run into when I transit it from the ticket counters to the gates to the shoe shine guys.
That means from the moment I arrive in Terminal C, I'll be running into former coworkers from the time I arrive at IAH until the time I return.
And if it's a Houston based flight crew on either leg to MCO and back, that means I'll also possibly be running into flight attendants or pilots I know either on the plane or in the halls as I'm heading to my departure gate. It's also a good thing that people still think highly of you, even though I haven't worked a flight in that building since February 2001.
While that a good thing, the bad news is that IAH is on the opposite side of town from where I currently live.
But hey, I get to see some of my IAH peeps, fly on a 737-900 for the first time and if my United flight is on time, in a few hours I get to see my homies and homettes from the LGBT media world