Reserve is the fancy airline way to say “on call”. A lot of flight attendants, at a lot of airlines, have to hold these on call shifts. The people that are on call cover the shifts when flights attendants are sick or there are flight delays or cancellations. They definitely aren’t my favourite shifts, so I try to get rid of them or trade them but this time I wasn’t able to. I often have to get hotels when I come in for these shifts (at my own expense) as I don’t live in my base and choose to commute instead. On call shifts are nightmares for people who commute because if you don’t get called out, you could potentially be spending 5 nights in a hotel! Lucky for me, my amazing friends took pity on me and let me stay with them! So what happened to me you ask? Where did they send me? Stay tuned and find out!

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Day 1- There is a day reserve from 4am- 4pm and a night reserve from 1pm-1am which is the one I was on. I tried to sleep in just in case I was called out late for some night flying. When I finally did crawl out of bed, I walked to a great little crepe place called De Dutch. After that I just hung out and watched basketball. Pretty uneventful really. No call.

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Day 2- My friend said he would take pictures of me for my blog so I assumed we would go shopping downtown and he would take cute little shots of me looking at all the little boutique shops. I was wrong. He said he wanted to take me to Stanley Park to show me some mysterious orb statue. I agreed begrudgingly. Before entering the park we walked along Lost Lagoon. We saw two otters eating a fish they had just caught! It was so cool to see! (sorry for the gruesomeness!)

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Seeing the otters put me in a better mood, but my enthusiasm didn’t last long. I asked him how long we would be walking and he said 10 minutes. He lied. AN HOUR LATER and no orb in sight, I begged to leave the park and stop walking. (Side note, I am NOT a walker. Also I was in fashion boots not runners. Just saying) We left the park and civilization was in sight! I ran to the nearest Starbucks to warm up and caffein-ate. I cheered up slightly. No call.

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Day 3- Well I didn’t get as lucky on day 3. They called me and asked me to sit “ready reserve” which means sitting in the airport in uniform for 5 hours. This is in case something goes wrong very last minute, and they need someone already at the airport who can can get to the gate quickly. I ate Pizza Hut and took selfies in the crew room and in the airport. Mostly I just felt the strong urge to start singing “All by myself… Don’t want to be all by myself ANYMOREEEEE!!!” No call.

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Day 4- I was starting to get a little antsy by this point. There is only so much you can do to entertain yourself in between staring at your phone every two minutes waiting for the call! I took myself shopping and tried on some pretty blouses to try and cheer myself up. Didn’t work. I was being a baby and I wanted to go home. No call.

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Day 5- Home stretch! Last day! I was getting lonely and sick of my own company so I decided to take a walk down to English Bay. (Hey maybe this walking thing isn’t so bad!) The area is always bustling with people and it sure is beautiful down by the water.  No call.

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In conclusion… do I like reserve? No. I am too much of a control freak to not know whether I’m going to Hawaii or the Arctic. While it is nice to get paid to sit around and do nothing, it VERY rarely happens that I don’t get called out. I got very lucky this time… I wonder what they have in store for me next time!

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