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Flight Attendant Training Exposed: I Wanted Free Flights, Not a Lifestyle Cult

My First Week of Training Showed Me I Should’ve Stayed a Nanny

You ever walk into a situation and immediately think, “Yeah… this ain’t it”?

That was me, day one of flight attendant training in Las Vegas.

I walked into that orientation room thinking I was entering my jet-set baddie era. You know heels clacking, lip gloss popping, ready to secure my wings and a whole new life. But the moment I sat down next to someone who was already highlighting her manual like it was the Bible and whispering flight codes under her breath like she was summoning a demon from Gate 42B… I knew. I had entered the cult of the sky.

I wasn't surrounded by other fun girls who just wanted free flights and international sneaky links. No, ma’am. These people were serious. Like “I was born to push a beverage cart and quote FAA regulations in my sleep” serious.

Meanwhile, I was sitting there wondering how soon I’d get my buddy passes and how I could finesse them for a weekend trip to Tulum.

Let’s be clear I was doing the work. I was studying. I was passing exams. But my heart? Not in it. My soul? Absolutely not. My spirit? It was on a beach somewhere sipping a mojito, wondering why my body was stuck in this beige conference room learning how to properly stow a life vest.

But one thing I will say I met some dope people. Real ones. My training besties: Francesca, Will, and eventually, Lea. Let me paint the picture:

Francesca, my roommate, and a literal angel. Ironically, we had met a year before, drunk in a nightclub bathroom, where she told me I was beautiful and gave me a tampon. (Fate? Maybe. Girl code? Definitely.)

Will, the ultimate class clown and sarcastic king. We bonded over talking sh*t about literally everyone else and making fun of the “this is my life purpose” crew. I knew he was my people when he side-eyed the instructor mid-safety demo like, “Sir, relax. It's not a TED Talk.”

And then there was Lea mysterious, quiet, vibes immaculate. She was the type who didn’t say much, but when she did, it hit. She kept to herself at first, but eventually we adopted her into our little misfit family. And thank God, because Lea brought the chill we needed to balance our chaos.

Together, we made training tolerable. We studied together, gossiped in the hallway, and trauma bonded over the cafeteria food (why did everything taste like wet cardboard?). But still… something felt off.

I started realizing I was not like the others. They cried during the safety videos. They screamed “teamwork makes the dream work” unironically. They wanted coworker barbecues. ME? I wanted a flexible schedule and to go ghost on my off days.

Then… Enter the Villain: Karen, the training team leader from hell. (No, her real name wasn’t Karen, but let’s be real she gave big Karen energy.)

She did not like me. From the jump. I could feel it in my bones. I wasn’t rah rah enough, didn’t pretend to be obsessed with the training manual, didn’t cry when we watched the “inspiration” video about how this job was “more than just peanuts and seatbelts.” (Spoiler alert: it’s not.)

I wasn’t trying to be fake. I just wasn’t trying to pretend that this was my lifelong calling when it really wasn’t. I just wanted to make it through training, collect my wings, and start collecting travel points and travel stories. But sis made it her mission to make my life miserable. It was like I didn’t drink the KoolAid, so she started side eying my cup.

Every little thing I did, she picked at. Didn’t smile enough. Didn’t raise my hand enough. Didn’t clap enthusiastically when they showed us how to evacuate a fake plane.

Ma’am, I am trying to survive on five hours of sleep and hotel eggs. Give me a break.

But regardless of her cult leader vibes, I kept pushing. I wasn’t about to let Flight School Barbie take me down. I studied, I practiced, I nodded politely, I even pretended to be excited about the beverage service module (barely).

And still… I could feel it coming. Something was off. The energy was weird. The universe was whispering, “Girl, this isn’t your destiny.”

Little did I know what was coming next in Blog 4… aka the moment Liz the Human Avalanche entered the chat and made it her life’s mission to get me out of the skies and back on the ground.

Stay tuned it’s about to get messy.

Source: Flight Attendant Training Exposed: I Wanted Free Flights, Not a Lifestyle Cult