Lots of stuff happening. My medical blitz 1.0 is done and I am pre-tested for the shit going on, plus new developments in the house in Brazil are really frosting my ass... which is how I found myself mid-vacation going back to work.
But with the recent uptick in me finding things to complain about, I'm happy to report that I'm not sniffimg oil fumes for fun and profit. I'm on a tugboat for a week. In fact, I'm on my employer's brandie-newiest tugboat, and she's a Cadillac. Granite countertops, stainless appliances, poured epoxy-coated decks and incredible soundproofing. I'm chief cook and bottle washer for the week, lol. It's the work they had, and I'm getting time and a half. I'm not complaining for sure.
I'm on the back watch, working 0000-0600 and also 1200-1800. Tugboats generally work 6 hours on/6 off. It's awful but easy enough to go do for a week. It makes me feel for these guys, though. It's a little after 2am as I write and as we're between jobs I washed and wiped down and mopped the galley while watching a documentary on the battle of Iwo Jima.
These guys live well but the silence and being the only guy awake on board is wonderful. Fire watch, basically, at least for another hour when we leave for the next job.
Seriously, while you may not know what a tugboat galley normally looks like, it normally doesn't look this good:
My room, while small, is also nice and I don't need to share.
So yeah, my first official act one the familiarity training was done, was to make dinner. Not my choice, but pork chops, to which I put a rub and added baked potatoes, green beans and biscuits. They were meh, to be honest. I don't like pork chops. I've got chicken breasts cued up for tonight. I *may* attempt a cordon bleu, if the giant ass fridge and freezers are found to contain ham and reasonably good cheeses. We're headed for New Haven CT, later this morning. I'll hopefully be asleep for half of the ride.
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