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Gah, the only thing that I have to write about I've been forbidden from mentioning on my elle jai. Fie! Suffice it to say, I seem to have snared a boyfriend.
Z, my days off are supposed to be Tues and Weds of each week. Granted, I didn't have today off and I have Thurs off instead, but that's the general schedule.
I'm bummed about the amount of meat I've been eating since I got here. I'd be the only vegetarian and during the bed and breakfast season, we have to feed the Michiganders their meat. *pout*
I had a cigarette tonight. I'm getting much better at rolling them. Much better.
We spent most of the day today cleaning out the engine room after our trip to Mackinac. Something in the exhuast blew just a little bit... big enough hole to let a nickel in apparently. Plus fiberglass. Woot. Ugh, gross. Got all decked out in my rubber boots and some borrowed foulies and a ventilator and goggles. The engine room is really hot and cramped and is not made better by having two people in there, scrubbing and slipping, cursing through masks and goggles. My Carhartts were soaked. From the inside. And not in a good way.
Otherwise... there's some tension on the crew that I'm trying to ignore. I don't know what to do about any of it so I'm ignoring it. I'm also exhuasted and feeling a little off kilter. Off balance. Off something. Maybe just simply off. Which I am tomorrow, thank goodness. I need some sleep-- which probably means I should be sleeping now, but... details. I had a bad evening sail. It seemed like I was screwing up left and right and didn't even know it. I didn't even really get to enjoy the sailing. We had a pretty full boat and I was the bartender (a glorified cooler). I also feel like this job is missing some of the spark. I'm no where near as passionate about this boat as I am about the Clearwater. I miss my baby!
I didn't accidentally kill anyone so it must have been a good day.
Z, my days off are supposed to be Tues and Weds of each week. Granted, I didn't have today off and I have Thurs off instead, but that's the general schedule.
I'm bummed about the amount of meat I've been eating since I got here. I'd be the only vegetarian and during the bed and breakfast season, we have to feed the Michiganders their meat. *pout*
I had a cigarette tonight. I'm getting much better at rolling them. Much better.
We spent most of the day today cleaning out the engine room after our trip to Mackinac. Something in the exhuast blew just a little bit... big enough hole to let a nickel in apparently. Plus fiberglass. Woot. Ugh, gross. Got all decked out in my rubber boots and some borrowed foulies and a ventilator and goggles. The engine room is really hot and cramped and is not made better by having two people in there, scrubbing and slipping, cursing through masks and goggles. My Carhartts were soaked. From the inside. And not in a good way.
Otherwise... there's some tension on the crew that I'm trying to ignore. I don't know what to do about any of it so I'm ignoring it. I'm also exhuasted and feeling a little off kilter. Off balance. Off something. Maybe just simply off. Which I am tomorrow, thank goodness. I need some sleep-- which probably means I should be sleeping now, but... details. I had a bad evening sail. It seemed like I was screwing up left and right and didn't even know it. I didn't even really get to enjoy the sailing. We had a pretty full boat and I was the bartender (a glorified cooler). I also feel like this job is missing some of the spark. I'm no where near as passionate about this boat as I am about the Clearwater. I miss my baby!
I didn't accidentally kill anyone so it must have been a good day.