Here I found probably the most honest review on the job of the average flight attendant:

It is awesome and so true that it is hard to resist and I’ll publish come excerpts here:

Reasons To Be A Flight Attendant

1. Free flights.
2. Cool overnights, i.e., being paid to be in Vegas for 25 hours can be a really sweet deal.
3. Slipping "We know you’re in there" notes under the lavatory door to bust couples that thought they had snuck in without being seen.
4. Sometimes having 16-17 days off a month, if we worked our schedules right.
5. Seeing the look on your friends’ faces when they ask where you got a particular item they admire, and you reply, "Oh, Paris – I think. Or was it London?"

Reasons To Quit

1. The Rodney Dangerfield Syndrome: We get no respect.
2. Not being able to get on our free flights to go on vacation because they’re overbooked, or because too many employees senior to us had the exact same idea. In this scenario free flights suck.
3. One word: Turbulence.
4. Here are two more: Airline food.
5. Having to stand in the aisle and dutifully perform the pre-flight safety demonstration, only to look around to see that absolutely no one on the plane is paying attention. (Or, if they are, it’s likely that your zipper is down)
6. Having to endure six weeks of unpaid training, which includes how to pour wine at 35,000 feet, but neglects teaching how to maneuver rollerboards on escalators.
7. The realization that our pantyhose and belts were much tighter (a.k.a. "Boeing belly") at the end of a four-day trip, and then having to wait a 24-hour period for our bodies to return to normal, post-airplane-bloat size.
8. Having passengers ask three hours into a flight, "What is that down there?" (while pointing to a speck of land, or spot of blue that looks suspiciously like a body of water), then having them give you a dissatisfied look when you tell them you’re really not sure.
9. Wondering how to professionally reply to the 6′2", 230-lb businessman who just asked you to lift his overstuffed 70-lb suitcase into the overhead bin.
10. Finding out that the rumors of being able to have "a man in every port; just isn’t workable. Frankly, it’s too confusing and exhausting. (Disclaimer: We do not speak from personal experience on this one – but from observing our old roommate, who shall remain nameless.)
11. Screaming children that despise being strapped down for hours on end, and cannot be reasoned with. ("Would you like some cookies? No? How about some juice? No? Well, you have to keep your seatbelt on Honey… you really don’t want to be thrown forcibly in to the ceiling and have your head split open, do you?")
12. Other passengers that ask you to do something to quiet #19.
13. Finding dirty diapers stuck in seat back pockets.
14. Having to stare at 100 laps several times a day during seatbelt checks while trying to ignore the grins from badly mistaken males that believe you are merely using it as an excuse to check them out… THEN… Later having to toss a blanket over the laps of those males while they are sleeping and obviously dreaming about seatbelt checks. (That’s right guys: if you wake up on a flight and discover a blanket that wasn’t there before, be very embarrassed.)
15. Developing painful bunions and unsightly varicose veins.