Dammit, I jinxed myself.
We had a guy elsewhere who had a health emergency, and Big E has to get off here tomorrow for the last week of his rotation.
I didn't want to go as the barge in question has a trainee aboard and, having tiny quarters, isn't made for the extra body. No bribe is worth having a trainee up my ass for a week. I just don't have that in me anymore. We have vessels with larger accomodations and space to make a trainee a pleasant addition, but this isn't one of them and so I declined.
I've met the guy who's coming over to be my bitch... girl Friday helper and I... well better to say his introduction to me was me, a stranger, climbing up his pigeonholes yelling the whole while, and then cussing him out at length for not standing a proper watch and causing damage to equipment.
So while I'm not thrilled to have a possible crewman good only for ballast, he's going to be even less happy. Still, in the name of peace and managed blood pressure, I'm absolutely ready to see if he learned how to do his job in the interval between then and now.
He yelled at Big E's, stepson, who, like Big E himself, is a hard worker and a genuinely good person, though. Abusing deckhands is a no-no.
Well, we'll see what's up. I shoulda kept my mouth shut about how good it's been with E and me this week.
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