No. No.
I called the Crew Desk when I got to Houston. Just like they told me to do. "We have nothing for you" they said last night. "We are just going to deadhead you back to DC tomorrow", they said.
Which was good, because I was starting to get a sore throat, chills and a stuffy nose. "Are you SURE??" I asked. "Because if you think you might use me for something else tomorrow, I want to go en route sick" ("En route sick" is exactly what it sounds like; calling in sick in the middle of a trip and they leave you in your hotel room until you can fly again. There are ramifications, but if you are truly too sick to fly, it's an option.)
"OH, NO" said the Crew Desk. "Everything's covered for tomorrow. We won't change it again."
I take some cold meds, try to sleep, wake up with a raging sore throat and a fever, thankful that I'm only deadheading home early this morning... Um. Yeah.
At 6:25am in Houston, as I'm walking out of my hotel room door, I get the call.
"You'll be working to Salt Lake City. Your check-in isn't until 8:45am".
"I'm sick. The Crew Desk promised they wouldn't work me today".
"Oh, dear. Well, you can rest in SLC. And you only have to work SLC back to Houston tomorrow".
"Then what?"
"Then what WHAT?"
"What is my assignment when I get back to Houston tomorrow?"
"Well, just go home and get better."
"But what flight am I on to get back to DC?"
"DC?"
"Yeeeessss....I'm based in DC".
"Oh. You are? Just a minute, please... Okay, then. We will just deadhead you back to DC when you get back to Houston tomorrow afternoon. Ok, thanks, bye".
There are no words at this point. I love my job. I love my job. I love my job.
Are there any EXers in Salt Lake City that can bring me chicken soup and some Motrin?
xxxooo, Sky
