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rushed back to her jump seat. When she sat down, she started thinking about her session with her doctor. Just like a rerun of a bad movie, his voice played over and over again in her head: I should look at my job as being important. I have to feel proud of my accomplishments and my chosen field. Okay, here goes: I am proud to have helped some distressed people feel more comfortable today, and I am proud to have prevented someone from having a severe leg injury. She took a long deep breath and closed her eyes. And the lesson that I learned today: I've got to find another occupation—and soon!

Clear Skies
    A fter finally reaching Miami, a Renaissance Hotel van pulled up in front of the airport and all eight crewmembers loaded their luggage on top of the luggage racks and settled back into the high-back jade green leather seats. When they arrived at the hotel, there was a crew sign-in sheet at the front desk with everyone's room number. After the crew signed in, the hotel representative gave each person a small white envelope with a key card inside.
    â€œDee, what floor are you on?” asked Doug, one of the pilots who immediately noticed she was not moving off with the rest of the crew to the fifth floor.
    Dee nonchalantly looked down at the room number on her envelope. “Um, it looks like I'm on the twenty-fifth floor.”
    â€œIt's strange that they would put you so far up from the rest of the crew,” Jodie replied apprehensively.
    â€œMaybe they just ran out of rooms. I'll be fine.” Hey, after a day like today, they could put me on the roof just as long as I'm not on anybody's airplane.
    â€œWill we see you at dinner tonight?” Birdie asked with the same tone of concern.
    â€œHey, I'm a big girl. Really…I'll be fine. Listen, I'm really beat. I'll see you at check-out in the morning, okay?” Dee said, putting on her best reassuring smile.
    Jodie finally relented. “Okay, I'll call to check on you later to see how you're feeling. And by the way, don't worry, I wrote an incident report about you bumping your head. I'll turn it in to your supervisor when we get back to Atlanta.”
    â€œThanks, but I'll be fine. Really. Goodnight.” Dee waved goodbye until the elevator doors closed. She leaned leisurely back against the elevator rail and rode it for the next twenty floors. Once she got off, she walked down a long winding hallway and saw that her room was in a flight attendant's dream location—tucked away in a corner far away from a raucous icemaker and the relentless opening and closing of an elevator door.
    As she slid her key card into the door slot, she grinned at the thought of how she lucked out on the hotel running out of rooms. Her grin turned into a quiet gasp as she stared in awe of the room's beauty. This was a slice of heaven, and she quickly forgot about her plane ride from hell.
    â€œI don't believe this!” she said, as she rolled her suitcase through the doorway and closed the door. The suite was decorated with traditional mahogany furniture. Dee strolled through the living room that was decorated in beautiful hues of jade, salmon pink, and ivory. An eggshell white sofa sat in front of the stacked stone fireplace. Its pencil thin stripes matched the salmon-colored walls. The sofa's clawed feet were identical to the ones on the round end tables sitting on both sides of the sofa.
    In the bedroom, there was a four-poster king-size bed accented with a lovely jade satin bedspread that cascaded to the floor. The bed stood three feet above the ground and came with its own three-step wooden stool. Across from the bed, a 32-inch flat screen television was enclosed inside a striking armoire unit. Its panels were etched with intricate carvings of palm trees.
    A fully equipped kitchenette with white granite countertops and a mini-bar sat discreetly on one side of the suite. The bathroom was Dee's favorite. A double vanity sink with brushed metal faucets and a