Life

 I mean no disrespect by this little blog of working airport life, so if you are a bit of a dickhead when you hit a foreign country or easily offended... just stop reading.  People work so hard for their holidays, they provide jobs by going on holidays, just sometimes a bit of common sense would be appreciated.  I work for an amazing UK holiday package company, I'm based in the airport. It is never dull.  I have absolutely no idea of what or whom I am going to encounter on a daily basis. Some days I am quite honestly mortified to be British with behaviours that come through our airport. Other days proud of my roots, but 98 percent flabbergasted! Every stag/hen group dressed as the latest trend (currently the last big boss or cowgirls) believes they are truly the only passengers to walk through 'Arrivals' in fancy dress.  Trying to work and explain to my Spanish colleagues some of the rather unexplainable slogans across t.shirts, or questionable nick names printe...

 I actually despise my husband.  Daily he reminds me of why we are no longer in a marital relationship. When another person destroys another due to their addiction and then expects no consequences it is very sad.  We tried to work through it, but his dead brain cells and constant paranoid comments, own self inflicted insecurities, just made it impossible.  His days are spent moaning about 8 hours of work, my dog, my kids and allegations of me f**king the world population. He then sits in front of the TV and drinks beer.  No interaction with his kids, broken promises and mood swings.  At least three times a day I'm called slag, stupid bitch or ugly bitch. He puts me down, saying no one will want me, I can't cook. Im s shit parent, bla bla bla.  Im not immune, but I am less reactive to it  I remind myself he wasn't around 92 percent of the kids lifes due to his vanishing acts and when he is here, we all hide upstairs in my room, watching netflix or ...