Earning My Wings

Everyone told me the wings would feel glamorous. Nobody mentioned the part where a senior crew member watches you set up a full galley wrong, on purpose, then hands you a look that could deice a runway. My first six months, I was the person you had to squeeze past to reach the lavatory. I was the human obstacle. I was the reason your coffee took eleven minutes.

This is the climb, unedited. From the rookie who blocked the aisle and apologized to a beverage cart, to the one who now runs the cabin and decides who gets the good crew rest. The hazing was real. The galley hierarchy is a caste system with worse lighting. And the day they finally trusted me with the cart, I understood: this cart is the throne. Nobody takes the cart.

If you loved the first book, this is the sequel where the underdog stops flinching. Sharper, meaner, funnier, and told by someone who survived the whole gauntlet and kept receipts. You will laugh. You will recognize your own first job. And you will never look at the person running the beverage service the same way again.