For these past few weeks life has been both bearably uneasy while at the same time satisfactory. One day I feel reluctant to do work another I feel utterly thrilled at what I would be able to learn from this experience. I managed to fuck up the water tanks exchange perfectly with a 100% score, for once in my life I managed to really fuck something up so bad it was unbearably painful. I am though thankful to god for this opportunity to be someone responsible instead of the usual irresponsible me.
Any work for anyone might end up being ridiculously meddlesome filled with the most uninviting individuals a person could ever imagine. Fortunately for me the number of those kinds of people seem to be minimal, my Chief Engine is saturated with experience that he can be termed as a walking dictionary of the whole engine room system, my 2nd Engine are governed by the winds happy one moment upset the next but anyone could be like him, my 3rd Engine is a person filled up with ego up in every cell of his body yet still pleasantly approachable when it comes to questions and last but not least my 4th Engine is the regular friendly, no worries carefree person. My respects to these individuals that nurse the ship so that it stays afloat above these damn waters are unbelievably high. For that I am grateful to all of the Engineering Officers on board.
The spot light goes to the cadet who does not know shit about ships (he realized) once he stepped his god forsaken foot on board the floating vessel, its people and its culture. I realized that people who work on the ship are the type of people that says fuck as if it was a proper connecting word or any other normal verb in everyday English Language; the word “fuck” is utterly essential every time they need to form a sentence which is grammatically correct in a seamen book of English Literature.
“Fucking take the fucking measurements of the fucking tanks at the fucking stern tube tank and fucking notice if there is any fucking change in the fucking value of the fucking oil level” Quoted from the Chief Engine.
Now the sentence above is the most harmonically, grammatically correct sentence one could ever find on board the vessel S.S Belanak. Fucking believe me when I fucking say that all of this fucking information about the fucking ship is utterly fucking true. If I was to count all of the fucking fucks involved in my fucking daily work routine I would probably fucking lost count of the fucking number of the fucking fucks that exists in the fucking marine engineers’ everyday fucking conversation.
Anyone knows the expression “Your turn to be in the barrel” which means that it is your turn to be fucked up real good. Apparently the old barrels in the old days had one hole in it. Putting someone in it closing the lid and then people shoving their fucking dick in the fucking hole and getting blow jobs lol. So yes it means you are totally fucked for causing a total fuck up of a totally dynamic system. I realized after I worked here that discipline and good working habits are the key to having a successful career within the Marine Engineering community. Some simple task could really result in an unimaginable consequence. Every little piece of machinery on board this 35 years old beauty is connected in some ways directly or indirectly to each other, you fuck up one machinery you fuck up a whole lot of other essential machineries on board. Chain reaction.
I have also learned that to be the HOD of a fucking department on board a fucking vessel with a fucking slow cadet on board is no walk in the park for the senior officers, for this I really appreciate their patience towards me.
~ Intoxicatingly Full of Fun This Job Tis ~
