Whoo, I am SORE today.
I'm back in beautiful Bayonne New Jersey, the French Riviera of New York harbor, this morning.
I finished up my last week in Philly yesterday, and it was a damn good week... it reminded me of what my job USED to be like, when I truly liked my job. Interesting jobs, smaller ships, time to do what we needed to do.
It was just as busy in Philly as it is here for us, but as there is almost always a slightly longer steam in between load and discharge, it allows you to recharge your batteries in between ops... just 30 minutes more sometimes, and that's enough. And I mean, the weather was fine too, mostly. I saw bald eagles just 1/2 mile from the company's office. The most startling thing of all, and it was a minor thing, but the oil terminals are so SILENT there. No scream of pumps, or steam lines hissing, no having to compete with 30+ people on the same radio frequency to talk to the dockman... all good.
So, just as the ride last week from NY to Philly was a trial that ended up being ironically humorous, the ride yesterday from Philly to NY was terrible again, but this time not funny in the least. Frightening and infuriating this time.
My day started at 4am yesterday, which is close to normal- I got about 3 hours sleep since I was doing an odd watch rotation last week, but so be it. I got a ride by tug to the company office/HQ, which is a lot larger than the NY office HQ, real estate being what it is in NY. The philly office has 1/4 mile of dock space, and it was absolutely jammed up for crew change. There was literally no space whatsoever for me to get ashore, but in the middle were 4 tugboats all rafted up side by side, so with my Large Collection of stuff, me being homeless at work with my barge in shipyard, my worldly posessions at work and I did a 4 tugboat bag drag, which is a ballbuster. Literally. The bulwarks, or gunwales, are 4 feet tall or more, and canted inward, so you end up crushing your nuts as you get a leg over, and with the inward cant, plus the tugs' bumpers (our tugs have a rubber bumper about 12 inches thick surrounding the hull at the waterline), it's 5-6 feet from one bulwark to the other, so passing a heavy seabag, a trash bag of winter clothes, a trashbag of summer clothes, leftover groceries, a bag of frozen meats, my bedroll, my laptop bag... basically 8-9 bags of shit, it's a workout.
X4.
THEN I climbed up a ladder to get ashore, back and forth with my shit... which I then could drag to the parking lot.
If that was tedious to read, I assure you it was tedious to actually do.
I got to the Philly office with time to spare, and I got to see some shjpmates and had a noce talk. One of them, one of our senior tug captains, was going in the same crew van to NY as me. I even got to see one of my former trainees, now an experienced tankerman down there. It was a good time.
But the van ride... there were 5 of us in the van, and our stuff, and it was pretty tight but we fit everything. The van driver was a tall black guy, hitting his vape pretty hard while we were loading the van. Different comlanh from the one we use in NY.
What was in that vape? I'm guessing the good stuff because the driver was TERRIBLE. He cut people off, and jerkednthe wheel, drifted within inches of other vehicles, and got lost repeatedly WITH THE GPS OF HIS PHONE ON! He kept driving when the GPS told him to turn, missed highway exits, even got off the highway and into an office park before I realized we were fucked up, and when I piped up and said 'Hey, where the fuck are we?' He said 'My bad, I was following the GPS.'
No, no you weren't. You were driving while high, and not looking at your phone, and only half-listening to it as well, you fucking retard.
Being an idiot AND high is a terrible combimation.
After this pretty much all of us yelled out directions, which he sometimes got right. There was cursing.
As we approached NY his high peaked.
We were somewhere near Staten Island when the drugs began to truly take hold. The driver weaved, drove 2mph in traffic with an empty HOV lane next to him (until I gently said 'bro, take that left lane next to you, please'). Then once we got over the Tappan Zee bridge he ran through some red lights until we all chorused 'Red Light!' every time. He then smacked his sode mirror off a parked truck's mirror. And missed the turn off to the side street to our office, and was headed for The Battery tunnel entrance until we all got yelling again.
I got off that van drained, ennervated and pissed off.
Oh. And also, the whole ride, rap music and black radio dj's, dissing each other I guess, and saying retsrded shit. He wouldn't turn that off.
Made me happy to get out of that van. 4 hours for a 2 hour ride.
When we were 10 mins from the office, the NY crew scheduler called me and changed mh assignment for the week. I had a pretty good gig lined up, a diesel barge normally left for the fuckups, elderly and lazy, as it has simple jobs and not many of those... but I went instead to the OTHER diesel barge, which works a little more, and better, goes out of town a little.
So I had some luck. I'm on there now. I came aboard at a busy terminal in Bayonne NJ, and 5 seconds after putting my bags down in the house I was at the desk starting the calculations for a 3 part cargo blend, something I'll share at some point... anyhow I got the figgarin' done and the signoffs signed, put on a poopy suit, (a boilersuit, coveralls, speed suit, whatever you want to call it), and fired up the hydraulics to pick up a cargp hose and swing the crane ashore, got us started and the 1st product loaded before getting relieved by the night guy.
By the time I was putting my clothes away, ot was after 1800, and I was getting sore AF. I got my stuff stowed, my bunk made up, talked with my wife a little and absolutely DIED to the world for 8 hours.
Today? I feel my knees and shoulders. We're waiting on the next tide to sail to a lay berth to sot for the day and let the squally winds die down a bit before we try to catch the tide tonight for the ride through Hell Gate (NY's upper east side and the entrance to Long Island Sound) and The Race at the other end tomorrow, ultimately to Providence RI to pump off before riding home to Brooklyn again.
Should be fun. But most fun of all I think I can sit my fat aching ass down today for a few hours.