the attendant to this life of mine is on a break i guess. dont feel like there’s anyone out there right now. why is all of this so fucking hard? i dont know what i’ve done to deserve this, and yet i have so much and so many better than me have it a million times worse, so how dare i complain?
(god, i sound like a fucking teenager again and i am nearly thirty. this needs to end.)
She stepped through the door uncertain what to expect until out of the shadows he stepped and extended his arm. His quiet calm washed over her as she leaned on his strength and together they faced the crowd.
She walked past me four times. Apparently oblivious to my desires as a paying customer. She didn’t even look in a hurry. So I sat. Thinking she probably had something better to do.
As the attendant called their names they could barely stand as they walked closer to the door that would soon be their destiny. I life behind bars is barely a life at all, but they have managed to stay strong and finally their dream has been made real. The attendant was their first glance at freedom.
Stand at attendance! Chest up, shoulders down. Let’s have a 7-billion-shot gun salute for all the nameless attendees in this weird little process called life.
when I was very small my parents took me with them on a trip to France and England. On the place there we met a flight attendant who had the same name as me. I haven’t met anyone called Anais since.
she was a flight attendant. she smiled and poised herself in just the right way, always. she even found herself doing it at home, smiling pouring drinks, handling them with a delicate hand, reaching for a napkin that wasnt there.
I had not planned on being an attendant. In fact, I was so opposed to the idea of sitting through any of these “mixer events” that I had created my own little world, where people approaching me for small talk about our creative jobs were actually space monsters coming to take my dog.
ya no parecía ni molestarle el ruido de la estática que producía la radio incapaz de alcanzar un dial por horas. El sudor que le corría por la cara comenzaba a gotear sobre el aparato que intentaba arreglar, ni los gogles le alcanzaban para no tener la visión empañada.
La lámpara dudaba si alumbrar o no y se recargaba de estática, pero el zumbido de la radio tapaba todos sus ruidosos esfuerzos de llamar la atención.
I sat at my desk, feeling rather uncomfortable at the fact there was an attendant with dog breath, towering over me. I tried to ignore him, but he was making it rather difficult.
attendant…………………..dont judge me
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The attendant handed me a towel to dry my face with and then disappeared without a sound.
“What’s going on?” I demanded of the slight woman in front of me. She removed her spectacles and polished them on a small rag she took from her pocket.
All of my attendant fears swarm in and I think, “I cannot write.” My old voices and sorrows try to smother my blossoming self, they of the needle nails and poison teeth. I will not let them accompany me on this journey, I’d rather brave these woods alone.
The attendant stood smiling in the back of the theatre, watching her daughter swirl, singing joyfully through the mist onstage. Her neck, flung out when her head flings back, that white neck usually hidden by a hand-knit scarf or locks of curled hair.
“She’s beautiful,” muttered the proud mother, but she still understood that her daughter’s skills were useless here and now.
A sigh escaped.
One rules over the many. They exert their power over the menial tasks that they could preform by assigning it to another. Their lust and greed form a pile of corpses of those serving them. They do not care for the growing macabre pile. They only want theirs to be taller then all the rest, while learning to never look down or the guilt could consume them
the attendant handed me the soap. As I scrubbed my hands under the scalding water, I couldn’t help but wish that the whole thing had been a dream. That the disaster that had just befallen me was just the opening to a nightmare of epic proportions.
the attendant at the parking garage was a friendly face in an otherwise dank and musty place. he brightened my day with his warm reception, and a wave goodbye.
She walks down the aisle absent mindedly as she thinks of her kids and husband. She won’t be home for Christmas. “I hope he can get that pot roast right”, she thinks of her husband.
help,middle man, “spying”, wc,bog roll for 20p, personal bum cleaner in a suit
the attendant to this life of mine is on a break i guess. dont feel like there’s anyone out there right now. why is all of this so fucking hard? i dont know what i’ve done to deserve this, and yet i have so much and so many better than me have it a million times worse, so how dare i complain?
(god, i sound like a fucking teenager again and i am nearly thirty. this needs to end.)
She stepped through the door uncertain what to expect until out of the shadows he stepped and extended his arm. His quiet calm washed over her as she leaned on his strength and together they faced the crowd.
She walked past me four times. Apparently oblivious to my desires as a paying customer. She didn’t even look in a hurry. So I sat. Thinking she probably had something better to do.
As the attendant called their names they could barely stand as they walked closer to the door that would soon be their destiny. I life behind bars is barely a life at all, but they have managed to stay strong and finally their dream has been made real. The attendant was their first glance at freedom.
Stand at attendance! Chest up, shoulders down. Let’s have a 7-billion-shot gun salute for all the nameless attendees in this weird little process called life.
when I was very small my parents took me with them on a trip to France and England. On the place there we met a flight attendant who had the same name as me. I haven’t met anyone called Anais since.
she was a flight attendant. she smiled and poised herself in just the right way, always. she even found herself doing it at home, smiling pouring drinks, handling them with a delicate hand, reaching for a napkin that wasnt there.
Be present. Be witness. Be attendant. Give back as much as you are given by another soul. If you cannot or will not, let go.
I was on the flight of my life when I met the most helpful attendant. I needed help with my bag and he helped me with a smile.
I had not planned on being an attendant. In fact, I was so opposed to the idea of sitting through any of these “mixer events” that I had created my own little world, where people approaching me for small talk about our creative jobs were actually space monsters coming to take my dog.
ya no parecía ni molestarle el ruido de la estática que producía la radio incapaz de alcanzar un dial por horas. El sudor que le corría por la cara comenzaba a gotear sobre el aparato que intentaba arreglar, ni los gogles le alcanzaban para no tener la visión empañada.
La lámpara dudaba si alumbrar o no y se recargaba de estática, pero el zumbido de la radio tapaba todos sus ruidosos esfuerzos de llamar la atención.
I sat at my desk, feeling rather uncomfortable at the fact there was an attendant with dog breath, towering over me. I tried to ignore him, but he was making it rather difficult.
attendant…………………..dont judge me
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student, flight, a person that is attending.
yes. they stay somewhere to gain something. I am an attendant right now.
when i hear the word attendant i think of the government and a plane:) and a cheesy pickle no not really that last one but you know what i mean :)
attends. REPRESENT!!!
an attendant is someone that takes care of people when flying on a plane. there are many more attendants to
A attendant is a person that works on a plane
a flight attendant is one of the many attendants you will meet
Attendants,ready,and good to go!!! :) lol
The attendant handed me a towel to dry my face with and then disappeared without a sound.
“What’s going on?” I demanded of the slight woman in front of me. She removed her spectacles and polished them on a small rag she took from her pocket.
“All in good time, dear,” she answeresd.
All of my attendant fears swarm in and I think, “I cannot write.” My old voices and sorrows try to smother my blossoming self, they of the needle nails and poison teeth. I will not let them accompany me on this journey, I’d rather brave these woods alone.
someone who attends. they ummm help people. ummm attend to someone or something. they assist
The attendant was a descendant of the independent defendant – or so told his pendant.
Deviant could have sworn the flight attendant had a malicious glint in her eye as she walked down the isle.
Airplanes have Attendants.
The onna bugeisha, sword attendant for the daimyo
fair in beauty, and swift and graceful with the sword
her honor in the glory of their lord.
Umm ahh What is this word? Wait is this a person that helps out at a desk or a plane??
Twereie xD xD ^.^ {-: <3
the attendant at the office yelled at the customer. and in doing so, got herself fired.
A fight attendant works around airplanes.
attendents is what keep of if your here not here like in school everyday…
The attendant stood smiling in the back of the theatre, watching her daughter swirl, singing joyfully through the mist onstage. Her neck, flung out when her head flings back, that white neck usually hidden by a hand-knit scarf or locks of curled hair.
“She’s beautiful,” muttered the proud mother, but she still understood that her daughter’s skills were useless here and now.
A sigh escaped.
One rules over the many. They exert their power over the menial tasks that they could preform by assigning it to another. Their lust and greed form a pile of corpses of those serving them. They do not care for the growing macabre pile. They only want theirs to be taller then all the rest, while learning to never look down or the guilt could consume them
An attendant is one who attends to another person, such as performing a service for them.
the attendant handed me the soap. As I scrubbed my hands under the scalding water, I couldn’t help but wish that the whole thing had been a dream. That the disaster that had just befallen me was just the opening to a nightmare of epic proportions.
the attendant at the parking garage was a friendly face in an otherwise dank and musty place. he brightened my day with his warm reception, and a wave goodbye.
She walks down the aisle absent mindedly as she thinks of her kids and husband. She won’t be home for Christmas. “I hope he can get that pot roast right”, she thinks of her husband.
Flight. Pretty. Planes. Annoyed. Overworked. Adventurous.