Scarfing it Up

And now for today's chapter of Whipping Up Anti-Muslim Sentiment brought to you by our local media: In today's gripping and riveting instalment, we hear from a woman who claims to have received discrimination from her employer Qantas because she was not allowed to show her crucifix on a chain, whereas a Muslim co-worker was allowed to wear her headscarf.  Meanwhile, in a smallish house in rural New South Wales, a harried mother-of-two tossed her auburn-tressed head, rolled her green eyes, and yelled at her kids to hurry and finishing dressing for school. This mother-of-two was exasperated and annoyed at the continual 'Us vs Them' sentiment being created by the media in an attempt to feed bogans all over, and recalls the time her friend applied for a position as a flight attendant with Emirates Airlines.  She showed this woman the criteria of the airline, strict the point of being Draconian  thought the then-younger woman who eighteen years later became your blogger (got that?  Not too convoluted?).  One of their rules was no eye-glasses to be worn.  If the eyesight required assistance, the attendant was expected to wear contact lenses.  The would-be applicant explained this was an OH&S issue, after all, such accoutrements could slip off and fall onto a passenger.  The same with loose jewellery such as necklaces and bracelets - not to be in view.  Now  you know what, people?  In 2013, Emirates and Qantas merged.  Some of the policies have probably merged a bit, too.  The disgruntled trolley dolly (I KNOW that is a disparaging term for a flight attendant, but I feel like being a bitch, so deal with it) would apparently have been allowed to wear a chain, provided it was under the uniform.  A headscarf cannot be hidden under the uniform, and properly attached to the scone, is unlikely to come loose and land in someone's beef-or-chicken, or injure someone if it DID come into contact with them.  The scarf is traditionally a soft piece of fabric, after all.

Can everyone PLEASE stop losing their shit?  The place is starting to pong somewhat.

I have a big day tomorrow.  Sigh.  I want to get back into the work-in-progress, but cannot do so tomorrow.  Double sigh.