My Office: The Boeing 767 and Airbus 330

The pandemonium of the flight attendant lifestyle

Melissa Rock
Published in
7 min readMay 23, 2024


Crew deplaning. Photo by Author.

The wind whistles outside the thick metal machine of the door to my left.

It’s not just any door, it’s the cream-washed AFT-left door of the Boeing 767 I have become too familiar with these past three years.

I stand still for a minute, cursing every inch of this stuffy, unforgiving aircraft I am privileged to inhabit. I then give way and bring another tray of plastic glasses filled with water through the airplane aisles, lined with glow-in-the-dark white light strips.

I want to be anywhere but here — sitting on the ground on board a plane is the most claustrophobia-inducing experience.

We’ve been stuck on the tarmac for a good six hours. I lost track sometime after the showing of the second film.

It’s a mechanical issue. I’m not sure what the problem is, I learned a long time ago to stop asking.

Since this is a chartered flight for the Canadian Army, the passengers are not paying customers and few care what’s next apart from the Commanding Officer. Therefore the pilots skip the regular updates over the intercom and we flight attendants have no clue either, especially if you’re like me and…