Flight Attendant Recurrent Training

I feel sick,” I said to my mother, also a flight attendant, as we sped down the highway. Each mile brought us closer and closer to the training facility.

“Relax,” said my mother, a woman who does not know how to relax, especially when it comes to flight attendant training. Trust me. You should have heard her three months ago. “You’re going to do just fine.”

I always do just fine. I’ve had thirteen years of just fine. Even so, I still felt sick.

“Think you can slow down!” I exclaimed as I glanced at the speedometer. We were going way too fast! Okay fine, so we were only ten, maybe five, miles over the speed limit, but that’s too fast for a person who doesn’t want to be where they have to be any sooner than they have to be there.

Did I happen to mention I felt sick? It was that bad.

Luckily for me, the airline training facility is located in the same city (and state) that my parents live in, which makes it convenient when I have to bring the kid along with me because the husband is traveling out of the country for work. Normally I’d fly in and out of town as quickly as possible, but since I had to bring along the kid, and the husband was out of town, and the family lived nearby, I decided to make it a week long mini vacation. Only the word vacation and training do not belong in the same sentence.

Ever.

I don’t know what it is about recurrent training that makes me feel this way, but every month of August is spent dreading these two inevitable days. In fact, I don’t know a flight attendant out there who doesn’t get all worked up before entering the big building where it all began. Which makes me wonder, what the heck did they do to us during those initial seven and a half weeks of training thirteen years ago? Seriously.

My mother slowed the car and stopped beside a yellow curb. “‘You’re going to do great.”

I looked out the window at the the big building looming before us. “I don’t know about great,’ I said, and as I said this I could feel my heart beating, and my palms were sweating, as I kissed my sleeping son goodbye, grabbed my flight manual, and slowly walked up the stairs. One. Step. At. A. Time. Class didn’t start for another ten minutes, so there was no rush to get inside now was there?

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Yeah, that's me, the one standing in the aisle wearing flammable polyester...

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  1. Yep! I’m with you on that one. I HATE recurrent training with a passion … It’s a bit ironic as I teach it as well. As a trainer, I love it, as a trainee I hate it!

  2. OH MY GOD! It’s the same for us all. Funny just had mine this month too! HATE it. I was going to say everyone hates it except the weirdo’s that teach it….oops, sorry, Anthony: )

  3. First, I have to say that I love your blog. You are hysterical!
    Second, I am a FA for a regional airline, I have recurrent in October and just the thought of it puts my stomach in knots. I completely agree!

  4. Here is how to reduce stress for recurrent.

    Convert to Judiasm.

    Why?

    Because recurrent training has the same theme as all Jewish holidays…..which is:

    They tried to kill us.
    We survived.
    Let’s eat!

    So don’t get yourself all meshuggah prior to trianing. Have a nosh, and relax! And if it all goes farkakt? Feh! Call your union and they’ll do you a mitzvah.

  5. Too funny about converting to Judiasm. I kind of looked forward to recurrent like I do to Yom Kippur… Thank goodness both are only once a year!

    We had one really funny instructor. I used to hope it was him each time. It was like having Jay Leno teach you this stuff. Here’s how he says we answer the phone when crew scheduling calls to draft us for a trip; “Mary? No, Mary’s not here… and if she *were* here, she’d be drinking a beer…”

    Would you believe that was the last thing I did as a Flight Attendant? After I got the second line on my pregnancy test, I decided to “get it over with” so that when I returned to work in a few months, I wouldn’t have to travel to get it done (real PITA). All of a sudden, I didn’t realize that I would have to do all the paperwork that we have to do to returne to work pregnant. I simply didn’t have the time to go to the doctor and fill out all the forms for training that never leaves the ground…

    So I did a sneaky. I just didn’t mention it and prayed that morning sickness wouldn’t kick in while “evacuating” my door in the mock-up…or worse!

    During lunch, I just had to tell some of my friends, who were sworn to secrecy. I think it was the whole idea of our little “secret” that kind of made the whole thing a little more fun. I was thinking to myself, watch me fail, thanks to pregnancy brain…

    I passed but it was all for nothing. That was the proof that I did, really think I’d go back after the baby but 9/11 and a whole long story (that included another positive pregnancy test) made sure I didn’t…

    • Two kids is a lot, especially after 9/11. That was a life changing event for all of us and I know many flight attendants who never did not come back after that. It still affects us, even though things have drastically calmed down since then. That’s funny about your instructor and the beer. I’ll have to remember that one

      Oh and …I haven’t converted. But I like the temple. And there you have it.

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