Me and Pip impersonating officers at the Uniform Swap
TALKING OF DRIVING THE SHIP guess what idiot was allowed to drive the ship? This one. Right here. Well, I changed to degrees on the autopilot hahaha. More than most can say.
But since that monumental moment I have been taken way more seriously on board. First of all, I was assigned a pager. Which is quite a big deal. I'm a big deal guys. It means that when someone wants me they can get hold of me, usually it means I have to call them back on 3050(the bar) and meet up for a cheeky drink. Or it means the Bridge or the Engine page me in the mornings mocking my haircut and calling me a pineapple. And since then I've moved up in terms of the emergency drill. After doing our bomb drill the other week which resulted in me running around Deck 15 looking for
In the early hours looking for the damn pager somewhere in the room |
"It was a tough crowd, wasn't it?"
"I appreciated the snowman joke at least"
"Muster Station A was so boring." " You should've bee in Muster Station C, it was well fun!"
"OMG that's the lady with the life jacket"
"Will this girl shut the fuck up already?"
Drills are taken very seriously on board. They brought out the MES (Marine Evacutation System) for some training and needed volunteers to test it out. The Edge were willing to take one for the team and be the dummies. As you can see, we also took it very seriously. All I can say is I hope she ship never sinks because I kept turning upside down in the massive tube. Although, it was really fun so there is a silver lining.
Me and Oli working hard by taking selfies
Actual Edge 3D |
Trying to be good at foosball |
"Kayleigh copy"
"Can I go down the zipline?"
"No"
ZOOOOOOOOOOOOOM and WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEe off I go. Big love K dawg!
It's not all fun and games though (I lied, it is) sometimes you do get those arsehole customers. It always happens to be some middle aged man trying to throw around his high testosterone levels and argue about a bloody zip line. So this fella comes over and flat out refuses to fill in his indemnity form so I'm like mate, you gotta do it or I can't book you on and he starts throwing around the old I'M A LAWYER. I AM NOT FILLING THAT IN. And I'm like well mate, I'm an outdoor instructor and it's my job to get this filled in. So eventually he fills it in, demands I counter sign it but I'm like naa mate you haven't filled in your address, therefore it's incomplete and so I can't sign it. After a few heated words I'm like mate, fill it in or get out of the line cause there's a whole bunch of kids behind you waiting to book on. "YOU are going to find out MY address FILL IT IN YOURSELF then FIND M AND TELL ME I'VE BOOKED IN". Well sir, excuse me whilst I wipe your spit off of my face, and no that definitely isn't going to happen. I have better things to do than to chase you round the ship. So he rips up the paper in front of me. Gutted mate.
We do get some dumb people man. Like yesterday some lady is like "They've just called ticket Blue 3 and 4, is that me? I'm blue 13?" LADY WHAT DO YOU THINK.
"My son is here for the zipline, can you put him down now?" Whilst standing at the bottom of the tower without a harness or any equipment. Hun, do you want me to shit out a helmet right here right now? Can you SEE any equipment? Go get your harness from the shop LIKE WE ALREADY TOLD YOU.
Living on the ship can be limiting in a lot of ways. Dodgy internet, not your usual food, access to daily things you take for granted like if you run out of shampoo on Sunday you have to wait until Saturday to hopefully find a supermarket. Some people do make a living out of it though. Like the noodle mafia. As I've said previously you can only eat in certain places at certain times and if you miss these times then too bad so sad, wait until next meal time. That's where the noodle mafia come in. The secret society who have contraband kettles in their cabins and cook up a batch of noodles on demand. Especially good if you miss the 2-3am mess. We also had Dial-a-Toastie. The Security Coordinator noticed a group of lads kept bringing on an unusual amount of bread onto the ship, like why would people wan that much? Upon further investigation they found toastie machines in their room (which is a fire and environmental risk blablabla) so dial-a-toastie is n longer a thing, unfortunate. But now they've been disbanded and rumor has it the captain is now the proud owner of a toastie machine.
Like I said you do start to miss the free world being on board the ship. Simple things; riding a bike, having natural light in your bedroom,petting random cats in the street (and adopting them), filling your random-time-toast-craving. But I have opted to extend my contract by a short time over Christmas and new year. It'll be strange working on Xmas day but I thought unselfishly that I didn't want to let the team down by leaving right before the busiest cruise of the year and having a new person have to learn the job, make friends and get over jetlag on hat time of year. Plus, we go Fiji. So rather than finishing in just 3 three weeks I'm now here until January at some point. Which means more opportunity for falling asleep in crew bar, having chair and floor naps for when it's too short to climb into bed, sneaking out to the crew pool after hour to look at the stars, or heading up to our trampoline on deck 15 to watch a film on the big screen, eating a burrito a day and committing complete carbocide.
"I think the alcohol in my mouthwash has pushed me over the Edge"
- Kayleigh 8.22am 19/11/17
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