Sunday, June 27, 2010

The cheese stands alone

If you read 'Manu's Scripts,' which is available in the sidebar, you'll see some well thought out musings from one very frustrated master mariner. His most recent editorial deals with the interplay of mariner supply and developmental infrastructure in the international trades- specifically, the changing roles of India and the Philippines in sending mariners to sea.
It seems that among most of the world, there has been a heavy demand for Indian officers and Filipino ratings. This reflects the job and training availabilities in both nations- only in the last few years, the Philippines has begun fielding officers at an increasing rate, and Filipino interests are investing in the infrastructure necessary to train and field officers... in the meanwhile, India's development of the HR portion of the trades has tailed off... and it seems that there is a visible withering on the vines of quality personnel...

Anyhow, I'm certainly not experienced in the matter. I know what I read... but I also know what I see.
It's no surprise that my experience reflects that seafarer quality is reflected in the ship and in the pay. You get what you pay for, and, with a shiny new $50,000,000 Korean-built product carrier, one might expect to see a higher calibre engineering department, than, say, in a 250-foot, 50 year old steam-powered fruit boat bought for $300,000 at auction in Haiti.

There's always going to be variation among the individuals, but I've recently had my assumptions challenged in other ways- I've been dealing with a lot of tankers recently, as far as bunkering goes, and I'm seeing some VERY well trained and professionally-behaving officers from both the Phillipines AND India. I've always assumed that with our national and multiple state maritime academies cranking out officers, as well as the most bloated and nepotistic maritime union in the world (The Seafarers International Union), that the US has the most professional mariners out there. We certainly throw a lot of training funds around. The SIU, especially, has many training opportunities available for their members; this makes sense- the 'family' management knows that they have to be in the right place at the right time to preserve jobs, and that means being good at what they do. Luckily, the SIU has always had a close association with another 'organization' that knows how to protect their investments, whether by providing members with lifelong security, or matching the right kneecaps with the right baseball bat.

The Filipino sailors that I'm encountering are really, really good at what they do, at least as it applies to my job. The officers, regardless of where they're from, are either good or bad, and the logo on the stack of the ship usually tells me all I need to know.

Anyhow, my assumptions seem to be off- the American deepwater mariner is becoming an anachronism, and that's a shame. The problems that have plagued our officer ranks (declining pay scale, decreasing job security, massive opportunity costs) are now plaguing the Indian fleet, and it will almost certainly be easy to economically model the progression of the officer supply and quality problem in India based on the American experience. Likewise, it should be possible to predict the expansion and development of the Filipino officer corps, based on the historical American decline and concurrent Indian boom.

Now, I've had more than one (Indian and American both) officer tell me sotto voce that Filipinos don't make good officers. There are culture-based behaviors that aren't conducive to 'occifering' (sarcasm mine) a ship. I call BS on this for multiple reasons. First off, having an Indian officer say this shocked me, because the reasoning smelled a lot like something British out of the days of the Raj. I'm pretty sure that something similar was said about the Sepoys. And, hearing this from an American voice, I can't help but think of how the Irish in Boston once couldn't get a job that didn't require standing dong-deep in a ditch because of their incurable ignorance and Papism.

Anyhow, as it turns out, while I'm still full of assumptions, forming predictive models of the economic impact of changes in the labor force is one of the few things I can actually do on a professional level... at least, I used to be able to do that. Once upon a time, I used to be pretty good at sitting up in front of a crowd and speaking on the subject... but, it's been a while.
I could be talking out my ass. As one tug captain pointed out recently, I should almost certainly 'shut up and be a floating pump jockey." Still, just because I see trouble on the horizon but aren't in a position to help, it doesn't mean that I have to like it.

I've got to say...

My new generator kicks bubblegum and chews ass. Twice the power, 1/3 the size, half the noise, and, this is no BS, the generator house is cooler than ambient temp. Usually it's a 100% shit show in there this time of year. Now, next year when Old Yeller (the other genset) reaches 15,000 hours, she'll be heading out behind the barn instead of going to the vet's office... you know, pistols for two, breakfast for one after?

Pay no attention to the less-than pristine coloration of the louvers. This winter when it's assy outside, they'll be getting a gloss coat of white. I'm a dick like that. I hate dirty fingerprints, so everything gets painted white. No hiding.

Friday, June 25, 2010

This is bad, bad bad.

Senator John McCain Pushes to Repeal the Jones Act

doldrums

Like we say it home "It's the summa!" We've been in the middle of a heat wave here at work- nothing like you'll read about elsewhere, but still, it's hot. And slow!
Running a bunker barge is a service job. I'm not that different from the home heating oil delivery truck. In the summertime, there's still work to be done, but business slows down.
The Port of Philadelphia is a pretty busy place. The majority of the maritime traffic comes from fruit and refrigerated cargo, though, and the summertime sees a sea change in the infrastructure. From what I can tell between observing ship traffic and watching rail traffic wherever I may be, rail traffic perks right up as shipping traffic slows in the summer. This makes sense to me- perishables from the square states to our west are starting to produce. Oh, the cocoa bean trade seems to be humming right along- I don't think there's a busy season for chocolate, and Hershey, PA is only a short train ride from here, so the floating hoopties are still rolling in, looking for the most part like a floating trailer park, and smelling distinctly of feet and ass, which is the signature scent of cocoa beans.
So, with business slowing down, it's a great time for maintenance and beautification. Anyone who knows me from work knows that I have a deep affection for freshly painted steel. I'm a big fan of sitting on a boat or barge that looks good. My view is that since we go to the effort to keep everything working 100% all the time, we might as well look the part.
In the last week we've really sunk some serious cake into this tub. A new generator (Tier II compliant!), some new valves deep in our black oil tanks (along with much cursing and hand gestures to go with the black-oil footprints all over my formerly pristine cargo deck), and new winches on one of my cargo booms. It's unnerving, to me, that we can't start immediately earning mad money to pay for out new goodies, courtesy of the season, but they're there, anyhow.

Next week will see a big change here in the Hawsepiper afloat HQ. I'm getting a new crewman, to replace Scotty Doesn't Know, my last tankerman. ManRay was on here when I first came aboard to familiarize myself with this place last summer. I replaced him as tankerman, briefly, before getting kicked up the ladder, and he transferred to another barge. He's coming back now- I'm not too proud to beg, and he and I became friends before he left last summer, so he agreed to come back. It's been a long time since I worked with anyone but Grumpy, so I'm looking forward to being able to have a conversation.

Monday, June 21, 2010

one more thing I hate about Philadelphia...

...if I wanted sneakers, a check cashed, a lap dance, a bong, (excuse me, smoking paraphernalia), or plates for my car, I can walk or drive to a hundred different places within 1 mile of where I'm sitting...
...but I have to drive 6 miles and pay $16 for 1 hour of parking to go the nearest bookstore.


"I hate this place!"

Saturday, June 19, 2010

Bitch, please.

Oh Noes! The CEO of BP attended a boat race with his family!!!!! On a Sunday!!!!!


OK, granted, Yahoo news isn't exactly the BBC. It's still not supposed to be 3 steps below the National Enquirer.

Apparently, the head of BP is expected to spend 24/7 in a windowless room wearing sackcloth and ashes until this oil spill is ended. "People" (OK, one person who may not actually care, but was willing to be quoted by Yahoo news, who employs dogs and cats as their focus group attendees) are horrified that the CEO went to see his boat race. With his family. HOW DARE HE! He's the one who insisted that the Blow-Out-Preventer be put in place even though it... ah, I mean, he's the one who insisted that the well casing not be given adequate time to... ah, in a blur of intravenous drug use and unprotected sex, while taking the Lord's Name in Vain, he...

was the president of BP. He must be punished.



Like the brits say, "Fuck Off!" This is like blaming your pediatrician for seeing his child's school play, even though his secretary lost her job for killing someone while drunk driving.


Meanwhile, St. Barrack Obama enjoyed his regularly scheduled golf game today with noted mongoloid Joe Biden. The Presidential Biweekly Circle Jerk was followed by an obligatory visit to the 19th hole, of course, (and no, I'm not talking about the First Lady) where they probably threw 21 orphan babies into a furnace to appease Molach, their evil god.



OK, I'm pissed. I hate seeing stupid people being stupid being given media attention. This sort of bullshit is something that the dinosaur media would do. Now we see a sad artifact of mass media: dumbing down of 'news.'
I was a fisherman. I think of myself as a fisherman. I feel so horrible for the people who are being hurt by this. But I have a question: During the Exxon Valdez cleanup, why was no one scandalized when the CEO of Exxon took a long weekend during the spill phase, so he could spend some time with his family? What was he supposed to do, commit suicide?

People want someone to blame. Do we blame President Obama when a muslim military officer goes nuts and opens fire in his office? No we don't. Even though Obama is the Chief of the US military. The CEO. Hell, Obama was busy having his balls washed on the green by the media whores while Americans are suffering in the Gulf. He was taking time off from not managing two wars and the worst environmental disaster in living memory, and the press was there to tell us how handsome he looked.

Fuck, I wish I could order mandatory euthanasia for all media whores.


PS. Sorry about the bad words. I'm pissed. No one show this to my mom, K?