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Every now and then I think about becoming a stewardess. Not because I like flying or people, but because I absolutely love airports. Whenever this thought comes up I nicely tell myself what the stewardesses have to go through. (Mostly my talk involves long days in high heels and make-up - just that is enough to make me wanna do something completely different.) Just take a look at these rules that the Gulf Air has for theirs:

• All stewardesses must be between 20 and 30 years old.
• They have to be taller than 158 centimetres and their weight must be proportional to their length.
• During the education the ones who are considered "too fat" will be forced to loose weight.
• The weight is written into the contract to ensure that it will be possible to fire anyone who gains weight.
• The stewardesses are not allowed to have either children or partners while they work at the company.
• The company decides which haircolour the stewardesses shall have.
• You're not allowed to work at Gulf Air if you have visible birth marks or scars on your body.
• Before each flight the stewardesses are inspected. The one who doesn't live up to the rules for the looks will have to stay on the ground without salary.
• When the education is finished the employees are forced to work for at least a year.
• The one who wants to quit earlier will have to pay Gulf Air 10 000 dollars.

Imagine me, standing there for inspection and then being told that I'm too fat or that I have too little make-up on.
No, for the sake of the free world it's probably better than I'm not a stewardess. I think the last thing we need is one more mentally unstable woman on a revenge killing-spree.

The Phantom of the Opera in Copenhagen with my mother tonight. In Danish. WOO!