It sucks posting with my phone. I can type like a mad motherfucker on my laptop. 100 words a minute I think. Texting? My thumbs are assholes and I don't use autocorrect because autocorrect doesn't like no-no words and onomatopoeia so I spend half my texting time correcting typos as it is.
Still, I have this watch, a nap and part of the next watch to go before I am relieved, at which point I will go to a hotel for the night, get some sleep and be up early to get groceries and head to the floating HQ, there to take up where left off 2 weeks ago.
I'm glad I did this. It's a good reminder of why I don't work on tugboats full-time. Oh, it's been cool, no complaints, but I like the HQ. My friends are there, I can sleep more than 4 hours at a time, and I'm good at the work. Really good at it, in fact. Being on here, I'm no longer good at simple tasks, some aspects of plain sailoring that simply require practice, and it's a little hard on the ego. Plus, the food... the guys on here eat like college students. I haven't had this much processed food since 1998. When the F did I become a healthy eater? I actually miss salad and vegetables. Lol.
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| Passageway between two of the fuel tanks, The deck plates are 2-3 feet up from the bilge and tank bottoms. This boat holds just few weeks worth of fuel, like 50,000 gals. |
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| One of the main engines. My enormous fucking head for scale. |
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| Middle of the engine room, looking aft. A generator in the foreground, starboard main engine in the background. The deck plates are elevated a couple of feet above the bilge, but we're only about 10' under water here at deck height. |
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| Daddy will be home tomorrow, baby. |
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