“I am to make you aware that your schedule has been changed. Instead of the early afternoon flight to Seattle, you will be taking the mid-morning flight to New York City.”
I frowned, confused. My eyes darted around the darkened hotel room as if somehow it could provide answers. “Wait, I’m not fired?”
“Excuse me?”
“Uh, I mean, I’ve been reassigned.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
I pushed out a heavy breath but was still confused. “How come I’m getting a call?” Usually when our flight assignments were changed, we were notified via the scheduling system that would message our phones. Rarely had I ever received an actual phone call from a live person notifying me of a flight change.
“Yes, it seems this was a special request so you’re getting a call to ensure you are directly notified of the change.”
“O-okay.” I was still confused but relieved to know that I had a job. I was so relieved, in fact, that I didn’t even take the time to ask who’d made the special request or for what reason. All I was concerned about was getting a few more hours of sleep before I had to get up and report to the airport in the morning for work. I had two more days of working before my next off day. I planned to spend my two days off, decorating my apartment for Christmas. So, naturally, as I drifted off back to sleep, thoughts of hitting up my local thrift store to rummage through their holiday decor ran through my mind.