Stuff...
I'm on the Esplanade, a 210 foot supply ship for Rigdon (well Gulfmark Offshore I suppose) I have my own head (bathroom/shower) in my own room.
The Captain I work with is a weirdo, people seem to have bad stories about him, but I get along with him just fine... but then again I have a history of getting along with weirdos... look at you all.
At least he knows what he's talking about, when he's not talking shit about other people... I tend to tune that other crap out these days.
We're not having our balls busted too hard here, washed down the ship yesterday... but today is a day of rest. Tomorrow we'll get to a shipyard in New Orleans. We'll see how much work we'll be doing... sometimes shipyard periods are hard backbreaking work for us... sometimes the yard workers do everything.
Mayhaps we'll get the chance to go off the ship up there.
Up side is that I'll finally get to take a ship up the Mississippi River.
On the relationship front everything is going fine. I'll probably take the time to spell out my thoughts on that sometime soon, but I've been digesting the last several weeks with Vic, and something he said two days ago.
I did end up getting back in touch with a friend from the old country (my Hawaii days) yes... someone I've knew before I even got out of the Navy. We ended up spending many hours at an IHOP near my boat catching up. The last time I saw her was just before I left Hawaii, while I was living in Salt Lake (a burb of Honolulu near Pearl Harbor), during a wild week I spent at a house called "Avalon". Randomly she's living in an apartment complex just a couple minutes from my boat... with her husband who happens to work out here on ships as a captain. Who'da thunk?
The Captain I work with is a weirdo, people seem to have bad stories about him, but I get along with him just fine... but then again I have a history of getting along with weirdos... look at you all.
At least he knows what he's talking about, when he's not talking shit about other people... I tend to tune that other crap out these days.
We're not having our balls busted too hard here, washed down the ship yesterday... but today is a day of rest. Tomorrow we'll get to a shipyard in New Orleans. We'll see how much work we'll be doing... sometimes shipyard periods are hard backbreaking work for us... sometimes the yard workers do everything.
Mayhaps we'll get the chance to go off the ship up there.
Up side is that I'll finally get to take a ship up the Mississippi River.
On the relationship front everything is going fine. I'll probably take the time to spell out my thoughts on that sometime soon, but I've been digesting the last several weeks with Vic, and something he said two days ago.
I did end up getting back in touch with a friend from the old country (my Hawaii days) yes... someone I've knew before I even got out of the Navy. We ended up spending many hours at an IHOP near my boat catching up. The last time I saw her was just before I left Hawaii, while I was living in Salt Lake (a burb of Honolulu near Pearl Harbor), during a wild week I spent at a house called "Avalon". Randomly she's living in an apartment complex just a couple minutes from my boat... with her husband who happens to work out here on ships as a captain. Who'da thunk?