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Kate's first flight as a trainee flight attendant involved her dumping a glass of tomato juice all over a passenger, and someone getting brained by someone else's carry-on luggage. So, it could have gone better.
Kate was deciding that it could also have gone worse. She hadn't been fired yet, for one thing. She was still in training, and that involved learning when it was safe to move down the aisle, and to double check the overhead lockers so that they stayed closed. And the guy she'd spilled the juice on had been pretty understanding, and the guy who'd got hit had calmed down too, once she'd found him a bandaid.
She was still pretty exhausted once she made it home. Thank fuck her mom had made up with her aunt and given some tips on making Cassandra stay quiet for more than fifteen minutes at a time. She didn't think she could've listened to any infant crying right now, as she was sprawling on her back on the bed, tired but with her thought whirring.
Some of them were pretty big thoughts, concerning responsibility, and the future, and her friends, and everything in between.
[ooc: Wow, this was supposed to go up hours ago, but the picnic is distracting. This is again paraphrased from USoT S03E05. NFB but open, it's not like I'll be going to bed for at least another three hours.]
Kate was deciding that it could also have gone worse. She hadn't been fired yet, for one thing. She was still in training, and that involved learning when it was safe to move down the aisle, and to double check the overhead lockers so that they stayed closed. And the guy she'd spilled the juice on had been pretty understanding, and the guy who'd got hit had calmed down too, once she'd found him a bandaid.
She was still pretty exhausted once she made it home. Thank fuck her mom had made up with her aunt and given some tips on making Cassandra stay quiet for more than fifteen minutes at a time. She didn't think she could've listened to any infant crying right now, as she was sprawling on her back on the bed, tired but with her thought whirring.
Some of them were pretty big thoughts, concerning responsibility, and the future, and her friends, and everything in between.
[ooc: Wow, this was supposed to go up hours ago, but the picnic is distracting. This is again paraphrased from USoT S03E05. NFB but open, it's not like I'll be going to bed for at least another three hours.]
