We're back to the grind here at HAWSEPIPER's Afloat Global HQ/Center of Excellence in Talking Wicked Good.
Last week was a light week. Weather was nice, minus that one day gale we rode out at anchor. This week we're running around like a bunch of idjits again, busy AF. My company was smart though: they eased us into it. We had our break, then, as often happens now, a job pops up for the same day, about 4 hours ahead. Well, that sucks, but so it goes. It's not the work, it's the last minute nature of it, but still, we're rested, we're ready, and there's nothing scheduled for after, so we load and discharge, and wow, dispatch even arranged for us to tie up at a pier with shore access after the job, so we can get ashore and get groceries!
Oh, wait, no, 5 minutes after we sail, 3 jobs pop up, back to back, starting in 2 hours, so the next 4 days are going to be busy. Oh, and it's going to rain THE WHOLE TIME.
Nothing to do but embrace the suck. We're getting paid at least, unlike the poor bastards with those pretty big red tugboats.
"We're getting paid at least, unlike the poor bastards with those pretty big red tugboats."
What's the story with the those folks?
Rob, you know the phrase 'shirtsleeve to shirtsleeve in three generations' to describe wealthy family owned companies? They did it in 4. And have a body count.
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