I hated being a flight attendant. I did it for a month and then quit.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I hate flying, airports and the whole rigmarole - queuing up, security and lost luggage.
I always wanted to be a pilot.
I would hate to be on a plane every day.
I love traveling, but I hate planes.
I did a terrible television pilot that was so badly written and dumb that it became a turning point for me and I decided that I would never accept a job just because I needed the money.
I hate flying. Know why? Because no one really understands how planes actually work.
I wanted to be my own boss. I was fascinated by airlines and how I could change travel for the average person. Then I wanted to diversify.
I didn't get on a plane until I was 23, after I left Oxford and was teaching at Lucy Clayton Secretarial College in London.
I longed to fly. I was paid in flying lessons and, by the time I was 13, I'd logged 100 hours at the controls.
My first ever job after college was as a flight attendant. I wanted to travel and could not afford it, so I decided to get myself a job where I could travel. I did it for two years and had great fun.