For my first month of flying, I was put on standby flights only. On my first day, the standby shift started at 5am, so I went to bed in good time the night before, and attempted to get some sleep despite the nervous butterflies fluttering around in my stomach. As I drifted in and out of sleep, worried that I might sleep through the sound of the phone ringing next to my ear and miss my first flight, I was mid-dream at 5:07am when the phone actually started ringing. No time wasted. I was needed! When I answered the phone, I was told two things; one - I would be picked up in 45 minutes, and two - I was going to Zurich. Easy enough, however, after hanging up, I suddenly panicked and my mind went
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