Well, today we're taking part in a trial run of a new product being floated by one of the bunker suppliers thst feeds the US East Coast. A new, more environmentally friendly component is being blended into the fuel. Big E loaded the base fuel componant last night in 4 of our cargo tanks, leaving them slack, which is to say, partially loaded.
At the moment we're under way to go load the fancy foofoo cutter stock into the same tanks, at a different terminal, and I will meter and blend the new product into each individual cargo tank, mixing it well, thereby creating magic a blended fuel with pleasing qualities for the delicate and fragile, and also Europeans I suppose.
It's performative nonsense, a better, more sustainable and socially responsible way to pander to a bunch of screeching scientifically illiterate IMO Luddite autists be good stewards of the earth, yo. Namaste and shit.
I could go on but I am after all, the goof they chose to deliver this baby. I'm like a big, hairy, kinda otherwise retarded savant in this one job... doula.
Yes. I am now the bunker doula. You may admire me now
*scratches testicles*.
Ok, semi-serious now. I'm not flattered that I was chosen to oversee this job but I absolutely am gratified. After all, we're experienced, competent and really do take the process seriously on here. even when I'm cynical when I play games and assign meanings (that probably aren't there) to the people who actually matter in these things. Also, the HQ was available, and we really are the seniormost bunker crew in my employer's NY fleet now in terms of experience. In that respect I really am aware that I am here to represent the owner's interest in doing a job correctly, safely and efficently. My blog, online sarcasm, that's just my id taking a crap, in the exact same meaning and for the same reason a body does so.
As I am fond of saying, I don't give or expect credit for plans, just actions. Best I go be on about it then.
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