I was concerned about our safety gear, ground tackle, and being in 100% compliance with the myriad treaties, laws, codes and standards that we get pestered with constantly. We got gigged on some stuff- the Sea Scouts have to find SOMETHING, and, even though they walked past an unused escape hatch that had a box in front of it (a no-no), they were Deeply Concerned about minutia, stuff we missed, which took a grand total of 10 minutes to correct.
The boss Coastie had me open up our void hatches, which only get opened to exercise the hatches and check for hull leaks during routine inspections- normally I carry around a 20lb sledgehammer to help open the hatches- but there was a gaggle of Coasties by my toolbox, so I just used the slab of my palm to open these watertight hatches instead... and knew, right away, that that was a mistake- first real strong hit, my hand went numb, and you know that feeling means that when it ain't numb no more, it's going to feel truly good.
And it does. Today that hand doesn't feel nice. Thank God it's only my writin' hand, and not my nosepickin'/TP-holdin' hand.
2 comments:
So that hatch sounds like it accesses the space between the hulls, is that correct? In the tank business we call those interstatial spaces. You have to be careful going in those as vapours collect and O2 Can be depleted easily.
Exile1981
"Aw shit, that's gonna feel great later" is used at least weekly when on the ship. Usually involves my 6'2" height advantage being proven as a disadvantage. Though, it's beginning to not hurt as much anymore. Wondering if I should be concerned. Congrats on passing. We have a COI next week. Joys!
Post a Comment