This was actually written August of 2005, but I just saw a friend of mine- here @ the airport, (a fellow blogger see Margarita on The Rocks...) I would post a link but for some reason having MAJOR issues with copying & pasting??? HELP!!!
Anyway, she was discussing having to find her car after coming in from her flight. She is not a flight attendant but she did get to see the flight attendant 'lair'...lol
ANYWAY--- here is old blog brought back to life:
Usually flight attendants park in the employee lot and have to ride a seperate bus to the airport terminal. Sometimes the flight attendant will just park right at the terminal and skip the whole bus ride....from what I hear this is called "Princess Parking" and it is supposed to be quicker and easier.
The other day I decided that I would try it because I had heard it was only $5....well that is the first myth about "Princess Parking" It is really a minimum of $13. The next myth is that it is quicker and easier.
When I first parked I thought I was doing so good b/c I made note I was @ terminal E and level 4 Row A5. Surely this is the only information that i need....that's alot of information. Oh I had much to learn about parking @ an airport parking garage and later that evening I would receive a crash course.
While I was getting out of my car heading toward the terminal I passed several things that I mistakingly took for scenary....like postcards with different destinations and messages.....like coloring on the concrete beams....and which direction I went from the car.
Later that night I innnocently and happily returned to the garage to drive home (an hour late b/c of stupid weather) Anyway....I thought I was doing so good I was on level 4 yet I found the concrete beams to only be labled letters.....with no #s afterward. I knew I was @ A5 but I went up and down row A anyway hoping that they renamed the row after I had parked earlier....the elevator near there looked mildly familiar. Finally I gave up and asked an attendant in a truck if there was still an A5 parking area on level 4......he told me that I had to turn around go the other way and cross the bridge to the other lot. Ok.....well at least he knew of the A5 and it did still exist. Ok....my journey began and as I crossed the bridge I saw letters with #s on the pillars...I was so very excited....I could see A5 in the distance "The Promise Land" but when I arrived @ A5 there was still no car.....and come to think of it the colors didn't seem familiar either but I was temporarily in denial and decided to go in circles for awhile hoping the next lap would bring visions of my car. Finally I gave up and crossed back over the parking lot back over the bridge to my original search site trying to retrace my steps to the terminal.....I started to think that I remembered my A5 in white and the A5 I had just left was yellow. Why would they put so many A5s they would need different colors and why wouldn't they be next to each other. And really they should think about making little maps like when you go to the zoo. Ok....by this time my uniform (conviently made out of polyester for a total lack of breathing) is clinging to my body...so much so that it no longer even hangs straight.....I am also searching my purse for kleenex to wipe the dripping sweat off of my face. I am thinkg at the very least they could have people with gatorade and words of encouragment along the way.
I go back to the parking lot with only letters and decide to just continue back to the airport terminal. When finally I reach the end of that lot I see letters with #s and they are white.....Oh My God I could not beleive it!! At that point I am just excited to have maybe found my car but am also considering how close I was when the jack ass in the truck turned me around on a journey through parking lots and bridges.
By the time I reached my car it was 45 mins after the whole adventure began and I looked as though I had walked myslef through a carwash.....My hair was in a state of diasray, my ponytail was now lopsided and loose....make up was running down my face and I was still having issues with the clingy uniform....but at least i found the fucking car.
Let me tell you something...there is a lot to remember when you park your car @ an airport parking garage so pay attention. Its like a test to grade your intelligence....they don't tell you what's important but the more you remember the smarter you are.