Black and blue.

I am rather bruised and battered as of late. My left thigh has a cluster of 4 or 5 nasty-looking bruises that appeared on Friday and are now in their healing colours (yellow-green), and completely unexplained. Now my right thigh has 3 small ones as of last night. Did the colour get smudged over to the other leg?

I'm starting to think that I'm being abducted by aliens in my sleep.

My right foot is all scratched up from Andy's cat having a play last Friday night at drinks. It was fun until he dug his teeth in. There's another bruise on my right knee, and the scars are adding up - a round spider bite scar on my left wrist, blister scars on my feet...

But I also have a bad habit of walking into things and forgetting about it, because I don't show any outside reaction to pain. I'm so used to being a little off-kilter since illness in 2001, that I have stopped even wincing or complaining if I injure myself. I just roll my eyes and move on, to the confusion of spectators.

My new job has physical elements, and I'm on my feet most of the day. I'm expecting to get even more banged up and sore, especially with morning shifts this week starting at 5.30. How anyone functions at that time is beyond me, and I'm soon to find out.

3, 2, 1, blast off!

Number of bobby pins in my hair today: 12

New ladders in my pantyhose: 3

Planes I touched: 4

Hours spent learning about Dangerous Goods: 4

Seats on an Airbus A320: 144

Number of days left in initial training: 46

Dernier of regulation pantyhose: 15


Can you tell I have a new job? I'm only 3rd day in, but soon I'll be checking bags and taking boarding passes and making those annoying calls over and OVER for Mr JONES WOULD YOU PLEASE COME TO YOUR GATE (YOU TWAT).

I'm currently shadowing people and trying to learn as much as I can. Highlights of today include:

• Passing my dangerous goods exam and adding another card to my passes
  
• Spending an hour on the tarmac, where I ended up meeting new faces
  
• Lowering the trebble! (cargo lift/rollers vehicle)
  
• Driving the push-back vehicle (pushes the plane away from the gate) - well, back and forth in a line, without a plane, of course.
  
• Standing underneath (and touching, of course) the Airbus A320.
  

I'm loving it so far, and I'll let you know more when I've been there longer. But I think I've struck a gold job.

(Apologies for my absence of late, another new post this weekend!).