Lunch: I think they had Chicken Cordon Bleu for lunch at the cafeteria today, but I passed it up. I love that dish, but I want it to be special, the way it is when Mark makes it. I wouldn't want it to become ordinary. Otherwise, I would eat it any time it was offered to me. (g)
Work: Work has been busy today, as I'm churning out referrals for follow-up assessments. These were due last Friday, but since they were also assigned last Friday, I'm looking on speed of processing with a jaundiced eye for these. Friday morning, my to-do list had something like 30 items on it. I worked through that list, and by day's end, I had 42 to do. Today, I've whittled it down to 26 from 42, and I'm still not finished. Then, of course, there are the things which aren't on the action list, which still need doing. *sigh* A week ago, my action items were down to 18, most of which were alerts to pay invoices which hadn't yet arrived. *whines*
TV: I saw an interesting show about stewardesses on The History Channel last night. I gather that it all started going downhill when airfares were reduced, which meant the hoi-polloi could afford to fly. (g) Up until then, the term 'jet set' had true meaning. It was bizarre. I can laugh at the male chauvinism and sexism that used to pervade that profession now, but I am also stunned by it. I grew up in the era of the "Fly Me!" ad campaign. I even read as a kid (and enjoyed) my Dad's cartoon book of stewardess humor, which was also called Fly Me. Now, I'm amazed at the amount of sexism that people (and passengers) were allowed to get away with in the sixties and early seventies. I was also surprised to learn that Patricia Ireland, president of the National Organization for Women, was once a stewardess.
I used the term 'stewardess' instead of 'flight attendant' for a specific reason here. The show was about the history of stewardesses ond only gradually got to the history of flight attendants. It took a plane being hijacked in 1971 for flight attendants to begin to be seen as professionals, and 9/11 sealed the deal.
I still have to giggle at the Braniff 'Air Strip,' though. It was a fashion show-cum-strip-tease. *innocent look* Dad never told me about that!
Very interesting, though--in the sixties, I think stewardesses were almost meant to be like classical geishas, at least with regard to looking good.