Duty of Hell...
So yea, today was the second duty day in a row where I was told that I had the first watch as messenger. I was just standing there at turnover when the section leader of today (the other one is on convalescent leave) asked me if I could take the first watch because they'd finally realized that they put an engineer as a topside watch, something that's just completely stupid and moronic that they didn't think about in the first place... Then again these people here really don't think of much of anything because they're khakis.
Anyway I was up on watch, ran around finding people left and right, if I couldn't find them I'd try to get off my feet just so that my ankle wouldn't hurt. It also seems that since I've been wearing this brace it jsut gets more aggitated and shtuffies. Oh yea and something's working to kill it too because ever since I started wearing it there's been more accident prone things happening to it like people kicking the side of my ankle and twisting it and all that.
Last night I was just having a few drinks with Ben, just watching Jarhead and enjoying the night, sending a couple texts here and there to Alex and all that funness. It was really funny watching the movies because we started talking about our individual experiences and everything, seeing how they were yelling at each other in the movies and shtuffies I brought up a couple things from bootcamp that he thought was funny. By like 9 or so Alex and George were on their way to pick me up and that's when I figured out that I drank half my bottle of rum compared to him only drinking about an eighth (if that) of his vodka... Yea, my inherited alcoholism always comes out when I start to drink because I always want more and I can handle a lot... Kinda sorta :-p
Anyway back to this duty day that fucking sucks... I got on my watch and everything and after I was supposed to've been relieved from watch for half an hour I was still standing on the quarterdeck wondering where the fuck the other messenger that was supposed to be up there was. The watchbill had been changed that morning, and a duty section wide E-mail was sent out saying that it was up... I guess he must've been illiterate or something because he showed up on his own damn time. Also I have the 10-3 tonight and I've had no sleep at all before hand. This reminds me of the underways where I'd have to stay up for twenty six hours because I wasn't allowed to sleep in the day...
That's where my friend caffiene comes into play... Well him and sugar both double-team my brain and try to get it working again... The only problem is that their arch-nemesis is Mr. Bladder and Mr. Colon... Both of them get really aggitated when they're around... :-p That's where the darkness comes into play, as well as the bridge head that I can sneak away to and all that grand shtuffies. One bad thing, though, is that I won't have my phone on for my watch because I only have half power on it right now and don't want it to run out before I get off tomorrow... But yea... That's all I have to type because I need another coffee and try to get rid of this heartburn... I've had it for like five hours plus like the whole rest of the day :-p
Anyway I was up on watch, ran around finding people left and right, if I couldn't find them I'd try to get off my feet just so that my ankle wouldn't hurt. It also seems that since I've been wearing this brace it jsut gets more aggitated and shtuffies. Oh yea and something's working to kill it too because ever since I started wearing it there's been more accident prone things happening to it like people kicking the side of my ankle and twisting it and all that.
Last night I was just having a few drinks with Ben, just watching Jarhead and enjoying the night, sending a couple texts here and there to Alex and all that funness. It was really funny watching the movies because we started talking about our individual experiences and everything, seeing how they were yelling at each other in the movies and shtuffies I brought up a couple things from bootcamp that he thought was funny. By like 9 or so Alex and George were on their way to pick me up and that's when I figured out that I drank half my bottle of rum compared to him only drinking about an eighth (if that) of his vodka... Yea, my inherited alcoholism always comes out when I start to drink because I always want more and I can handle a lot... Kinda sorta :-p
Anyway back to this duty day that fucking sucks... I got on my watch and everything and after I was supposed to've been relieved from watch for half an hour I was still standing on the quarterdeck wondering where the fuck the other messenger that was supposed to be up there was. The watchbill had been changed that morning, and a duty section wide E-mail was sent out saying that it was up... I guess he must've been illiterate or something because he showed up on his own damn time. Also I have the 10-3 tonight and I've had no sleep at all before hand. This reminds me of the underways where I'd have to stay up for twenty six hours because I wasn't allowed to sleep in the day...
That's where my friend caffiene comes into play... Well him and sugar both double-team my brain and try to get it working again... The only problem is that their arch-nemesis is Mr. Bladder and Mr. Colon... Both of them get really aggitated when they're around... :-p That's where the darkness comes into play, as well as the bridge head that I can sneak away to and all that grand shtuffies. One bad thing, though, is that I won't have my phone on for my watch because I only have half power on it right now and don't want it to run out before I get off tomorrow... But yea... That's all I have to type because I need another coffee and try to get rid of this heartburn... I've had it for like five hours plus like the whole rest of the day :-p