Wake up early and let the sun fill my eyes as the automatic curtains open and allow Mother Nature invade my senses. As soon as it hits me I’m out of bed and into the kitchen to consume a glass of lemon water and then I hit the yoga mat. Meditation is key to every morning, allowing me to fill myself with gratitude and reflect on what I want to achieve with my day.

 

I’m almost pissing myself writing this because if I were Anthony Robbins this is exactly what I would do to start my day, but I’m not, I’m actually “reflecting” if that’s what it is, on what an absolute mess this morning was and just how lucky I was to make it to this flight deck.

 

Let’s be clear here, I came up with the novel idea of blogging my pilot experiences as I felt there really weren’t too many people out there talking about aviation. I mean seriously, how is this blog stuff not bigger? It’s probably not important but I basically got my sister to set this up for me, I’m afraid the tablet I’m typing this on might explode at any minute. Apparently if that happens I’ve to throw the entire thing into the cabin and hope it doesn’t explode in the face of some hapless passenger. It probably makes sense not kill me as they can’t fly the airplane, but it does seem borderline selfish to knowingly injure/maim/kill someone just so the other guy doesn’t have to make a “Mayday” call.

 

For the non-pilots reading, we make a “Mayday” call if one or other of the flight deck crew becomes incapacitated. I’m pretty sure a face full of hot glass and smouldering lithium battery would take me out of action for a few minutes so probably best to allow the passengers shoulder that responsibility.

 

So back to this whole blog thing, I suppose I just want to connect with people outside of Tinder and Facebook. It gets so tiresome swiping left and right constantly and tagging and liking everyone’s bullshit when clearly I have some important “stuff” to share. Besides, having managed to make it here on time, pretty proud of myself, I’d rather put down my deepest thoughts than talk to the dickhead beside me for the next 12 hours or whatever. I missed the brief so I’m not really sure just how long the day will be.

 

So to fill you in, I’m in my 20s, flying long haul for a major airline and spending the majority of my time pretending to know what the hell is going on and trying to figure out what fly by wire actually means. It seems pretty counter intuitive to me to be honest but I suppose that’s a discussion for another day. I’m hoping that you’re going to enjoy learning from me over the coming months because I have “a lot” to say and if this blogging thing takes off who knows where it’ll go.

 

Have my iTunes in listening to some pretty awesome Coldplay as I’m writing this while periodically nodding in agreement with the tool beside me just to keep him happy. He keeps banging on about some “football” team he loves and how they could win the league again this year. I have absolutely no interest in “football” and to be honest if he doesn’t stop blathering on about it I’m considering manually operating the outflow valve – pretty sure he won’t be able to chat about it with his oxygen mask on. Idiot. I’m guessing he’ll have an “English-fry-up” for breakfast, tosser. I’ll be going for the sushi, safest choice, and no chance I’ll smell of ketchup and grease for the rest of the day either.

 

Where is that number 1 with my sushi? I only asked for it 30 minutes ago I don’t think it’s expecting too much to be handed my sushi on time, it’s not exactly that difficult a task to complete. I want sushi – they bring me sushi – I eat sushi – they take away breakfast tray. It may have something to do with the fact that I didn’t swipe her right on Tinder the other day, but who knows. All I know is once breakfast arrives his mouth will have more sausage in it than a good night out in Bangkok and I’ll be safe.

 

Well kind of, I mean who knows what could happen up here, I quite literally forget everything I’ve “learned” ten minutes after the Sim ends every six months.

 

The sweet sound of the attendant call means my sushi is here and this blog is over. Is that how you sign off? I don’t actually care, I’ll figure it out – I always do.

 

Laters

 

LJ