Flying Spirit Airlines





For years, I've been hearing that Spirit Airlines is the absolute worst! I mean, there's a whole stand up on why one guy would (sarcastically) fly Spirit forever! So I wasn't exactly surprised when they happened to offer the lowest airfare. It took me two weeks to decide to book my ticket with Spirit and even up until that moment, I was questioning if it was the right decision. 

Before booking, I read every possible fine print on the site which led me to the process of paying for a checked bag and shamefully paying for a window seat. They also give you the option of checking in at home and printing your boarding pass just so you can save ten bucks. Spirit has a way of sucking money out of you at every turn.

After booking, I dreadfully waited as the time passed by.

The morning came and I happily arrived at the airport at 9:15 am, luggage in tow. My flight was at 10:45 am. After towing the line for about ten minutes, the lady who was assisting on the floor informed me that I'd have to go to the kiosk to print my pass. After about five minutes of fiddling with said kiosk (dumbest shit ever-I still didn't get a pass), I had to go to the back of the line. It was 9:30ish. I got to the ticket counter ten minutes later. I handed over my passport and showed my bus ticket to Belize as a form of departure later on in the year. Apparently, this was unacceptable. I tried to explain to the agent that the company was closed over the weekend and certainly not opened because it was only 7am in Guatemala hence me having a written ticket on the company's letterhead with the company's stamp. The agent obviously didn't care. I had to either produce a computer generated ticket or purchase a return ticket from them. The hell I was! I asked her if there was any way that my ticket could be rescheduled for the following day. She paused and shouted to the lady on the floor (yes, let's let everyone in on my business) who said it was okay.
Awesome! I get to spend another day in South Florida!

The following day, I returned to the airport with my digital voucher, ready to board. However, traffic was ridiculous due to it being the first day of school and I ended up being super late. Just as I arrived, the gate was being closed...at 9:45 am. Nevermind the fact that my flight is at 10:45. I ran to the agent on the floor and asked if I would be allowed through. I got a swift no. I asked about being rescheduled. $99 ma'am. Ha! That's almost the cost of the freaking ticket! Who the hell writes these rules??? I smiled and left the airport. I was super over it.

My experience with Spirit has been a negative and I have yet to board a flight. But apparently, the employees (or management for that matter) don't seem to give a shit. I'll probably end up booking another ticket with them but this time, I think I'll just camp out at the airport to avoid being so annoyed.

I really wanted this to be a positive experience especially because of all the bad press the airline usually gets. To be honest, I was really hurt because part of the ticket was sponsored. But hey, it is what it is and I will get there when I'm supposed to.

Does anyone have experience flying Spirit Airlines? Was it a bad one? 

Travel Day 1


- Man plans, God laughs -



Sitting in the passenger seat of my friend Willy's car while driving down an empty street, I peered out the window and watched the trees go by as if it were the last time. The windows were down and I took in the not so fresh air of Nassau. It was 7:35am. I would arrive at the Lynden Pindling International Airport in fifteen minutes for my flight to Fort Lauderdale.

I was nervous. I was excited. I was afraid.

Check in was a breeze although I would have forgotten my passport and ticket at the counter if it were not for the agent. Like I said...nervous, excited...afraid.

However, US Customs & Border Protection was another story. Something about needing to have a US Visa in order to travel back through the US if I ever want to get home.

Whatever dude, there's Canada.

I made up some bullshit about flying into Cuba to head back to the Bahamas whenever I'm ready. This apparently worked. He flashed a smile, handed my passport over and said have an amazing trip.
He was cute but I was hungry.

I took the escalator up to the terminal because let's face it, who wants to take the stairs with a huge ass backpack?



I stood in line at Dunkin and ordered a small iced tea and a turkey wrap because I couldn't really afford anything else, plus, I needed US dollars back in change.

Time moved like lightening and before I knew it, we were being called to board the aircraft. I got to my row and met a guy already sitting in the aisle seat. I smiled and asked him to lift my backpack into the overhead bin because 1. I'm a little too short and 2. The bag's a little too heavy. He was nice enough to do so also giving me time to quietly slip in and settle into my seat by the window. In no time, we were up in the air. I peered out the window for what seemed like ten minutes when the flight attendant announced our descent.

Ma'am, didn't we just ascend??? No? Okay.

The day seemed to be going pretty smoothly. I got my luggage and took a seat to wait on my person. Half an hour passed, no person so I decided to contact said person and got nothing. Me about a month ago would have panicked but me today just started reaching out and boom, wouldn't you know, it all worked out. Maybe not the way it was supposed to but I feel like maybe this is for the better.

The day turned out to be an adventure. I'm curious to see what the other days hold.
Here's a list of fun stuff I got to do while waiting 4 hours at the airport:

People watch
Sit on the floor looking like a backpacker while my phone and laptop charged
Used the restroom excessively (no more iced tea followed by water for me)
Get acquainted with the sweetest aircraft maintenance crew member in Fort Lauderdale. 
Get the hell out of the airport!





Lesson of the day: 
Trust God ALWAYS. There is not one problem, not one mess that he can't get you out of.


xx







Esperanza




About two months ago, I had written a similar post, published it and about a month ago, deleted it. It was a post requesting sponsorship for my upcoming move to Guatemala. 

See, where I come from, we are prideful people. The thought of asking for help whether it be monetary or not is a daunting task. We prefer to get things done on our own, no matter how hard it is.

Since my deleted post, I have had a closet sale and paired it with my savings and the earnings from my small business. Unfortunately, it still isn't enough. After realizing that, I had lost all hope. That is, until someone amazing convinced me not to give up on my dreams. 

Esperanza means hope in Spanish. 

It's not often that someone gets your vision but the end result can be spectacular in so many ways for so many people. So today, I'm not coming to you with a sad story as to why I need your help. I am simply and humbly asking that you believe in me, that you trust my journey and help me to accomplish something that I set out to do. Something I believe will make me better. 

In two weeks, I leave my country, The Bahamas for the breathtaking shores of Lake Atitlan, Guatemala. During this time, I plan to explore, volunteer/help with community service, adopt a dog and write my second book and a book of short stories including some of the short story posts from this blog. 

It is my hope to document all of this on Instagram & Snapchat (@xoeesh) and here on the blog. 

Donations can be made here or directly to my Paypal account (email address: a.latoyacharlton@gmail.com)

I would be very grateful to receive your donation but your well wishes, prayers and encouragement via social media/email will be appreciated as well. 

xoxo
Eesh


Lessons (In Business)


That's me, being genuinely happy


The past few months has been very interesting and busy months for me. Through it all, there were some lessons that I learned and would like to share. 



Lesson #1
How not to run a business

I was unemployed for 2 years. Last year, I ended up getting two jobs, The first was a temp, the second, ended up being a full-time which I got due to my (as she put it) great customer service skills. I loved the temp job so much so that I was at work at 7am when I didn't have to be until 9am. Unfortunately, when I started the full-time job, I couldn't keep up with the temp job because the hours went well into the night and my full-time job required me to be there at 7am. 

Getting to the point:

At the end of April, I quit. 
Now you may be saying, okay this girl is crazy. She went from unemployed to two jobs back to unemployed. She must not like to eat! 
GIRRRLLLL! It's quite the opposite. 
However, everyday was confrontational. Everyday was some new drama. EVERYDAY, it pained me to get up and go to a place that I hated much more than I hated prune juice. The way they treated customers/lack of customer service, the don't care attitude, the accusations. It felt as if the business was taken for a joke. The family feuds, the lying and deceiving... the throw everything on Eesh, never-mind the fact that she does HR, not Accounts. (yeah I had to plug that one in). The way they treated the employees, who, let's be honest if you're in a service industry, are the backbone of your company! 

Lesson #2
Customer Service is a MAJOR KEY!

After resigning, I decided to focus once again on my online boutique that only caters to full-figured women. 
I've always been able to get along with almost anyone...and anyone that I didn't get along with was just being plain old difficult (yep it's not my fault haha). But after being in the service industry for so long, I've developed a passion for customer service. 
Usually, when I'm putting together customer orders, I'd slip a handwritten note on pretty stationary into the customer bags to thank them because without them, I wouldn't be able to eat, literally. Before I started this, I asked around for opinions. Of course, you're going to have your occasional Debbie Downer who outright told me that it was tacky. 
"You need to get those printed" she said. "Most (beauty) companies I see have them printed." 
Well ma'am, I don't have most (beauty) companies money or line staff. Besides, I prefer to be more personable and thoughtful when it comes to my customers and guess what? 
THEY LOVE THE "LITTLE" THANK YOU NOTES!

Lesson #3
Your employee gets paid no matter what

Okay so I might have been slightly exaggerating when I said I'm able to eat. Noodles still count right?
This was perhaps the biggest lesson of all. 
I made a decent profit from my business since the two weeks we've been in production. I was pretty proud of myself, until I remembered that I had an employee to pay. 
Oy vay! 
Bye-bye profit.
Reality is, no matter what, you can't tell your employee that you can't pay them because you didn't make the money or you won't have any money left. That's really not their problem. They performed a service and now you have to pay for it. 
TIME IS MONEY PEOPLE...AYESHA! 
So before I paid myself, I had to make sure that she was paid and happy because, honestly, I need her. 

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I feel like God lets us go through things so that we can gain experience and learn and grow and come back stronger than ever before. We just have to be willing to accept the blessing in the lesson.

Happy Hump Day Darlings!
XO |EESH

A Stranger In A Strange Place

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She stepped off the airplane and inhaled. The air was different. It was new. She pinched herself, thinking that this must be a dream. She just couldn't bring herself to believe that she left her home, her country, even the comfort of the United States of America to step foot in a land unbeknownst to her. A land whose language she barely knew.

Oh believe it honey, her subconscious said.

She forced herself to move. Step after step just her, her backpack and the $1200 that was somewhere on her body. $1200 that was somehow supposed to help her survive for three months in a place she knew no one.

Before the move she joked that she would place a "please feed me" button on her blog but this shit started to look real.

One breath at a time. One step at a time. One day...at a time, she thought.

As she stood before the metal building that in no way looked like an airport, she went to turn back. She thought to run, run as fast as she could back to the airplane, back to a home that had nothing left for her. But she didn't. She took a deep breath and said "Taxi!"

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For so long I have dreamt of running away; to just pack my bag and leave without saying a word.
You may think it's quite selfish, but I think it's quite necessary.
I have always had a problem with remaining stagnant.
I seek growth. I seek adventure.
I have never wanted to be in one place all of my life feeling like I'm being suffocated and held back.
I've been planning for years on the ultimate getaway but I think with planning, I became more and more afraid to act as the days went by. Picking up and leaving doesn't sound doable either but it has to be.
There has to be more to life!
Has anyone ever felt like running away?