Wednesday, 29 August 2018

Dis(missive)

It appears in my clamouring to conquer the known universe I may have left quite a few people in my wake missing me. In the past week, I have fielded two whole communications asking to my whereabouts. These tearful exchanges also pressed the point home. People quite foolishly need more of me in their lives.

Being a wholesome and somewhat serious humanoid shaped lifeform I do have a confession.

I miss you too.

Chances are if you are reading this blog we have probably engaged in some light hearted banter. We have laughed and cried. You might have learned some comically interesting fact which escapes you at this moment but at the time it seemed quite important.

This is compounded most mathematically for people I have worked with. Not only did you get to eat meals with me three times a day. We bonded under trying conditions. I probably quite frequently took you wildly off target working with power tools, cooking, navigating, detailing or even trying to get some peace and quiet. I am not apologetic in the slightest.

Until such time I have my own fragrance or range of ornate door stops you will just have to make do with this very blog.

Do you miss me yet?


Friday, 17 August 2018

Little things

I was with my last job for about three years. This is close to a record. I have always been very whimsical when it comes to employment. I put this down to being terrible at negotiating better conditions and having an internal countdown clock. When I worked ashore it was about two years . Yachting has been about one year. Basically if you ever employ me. Make sure you look after me or else one day I might just vanish. Often spoken about and never to be seen again.

Having had my anchor down for so long. It is nice to be on the move again. Fresh vistas intoxicate. However, it is the little things that make all the difference.

Firstly flying to Tahiti.

I love Air New Zealand. Warning. When flying to French Polynesia; the French Language, laissez faire attitude and island time will slow you down. Tahiti also attracts a certain type of passenger. Let me be blunt.

OLD.

I was soon surrounded some increasingly decrepit creatures. This might be because I elected to squander an upgrade on this relatively short trip. My row was filled with cosmetically bludgeoned old ladies trying to outdo each other with weird movies. Art house torture porn (custom genre I think) either side of me I soon wanted to bludgeon myself.

4 hours and twenty minutes later I had landed. It was the comical landing I expected. We were herded down stairs onto sticky tarmac and happy faces. Given my relative able bodiedness I sliced through baggage and customs and was soon on board my new home.

And it is here where we must engage radio silence. I can't talk about anything...............................................................

But there must be something?

Well.

I do like there is a smart device ban when you are working, eating meals and generally being Human. Already I feel quite at home and have engaged in some quite far reaching conversations. It all feels very adult. The very things you are probably reading this blog on have changed social situations irrevocably I fear.

We have a day each week where the Crew do a little outing. It's just a couple of hours in the morning. But it's a nice touch and I might see a bit more outside than I would typically.

These workplaces by nature have to be incredibly organised. This one is impeccably so. Everything has a place and things that are not in places are quickly disintegrated, recycled and reconstituted.



To get in the spirit of things. I reorganised one of my storage areas so all the crew can get involved helping me to boringise it again.

So here we are. I look forward to sharing more filtered nonsense.

I got asked last night after dinner what I liked to do. I had a moment to pause and replied.

"Well..... I like writing."












Thursday, 16 August 2018

Conjoined Posts

So about two months ago I started writing a long exhaustive piece explaining the whole living on a boat thing and why it is so strange and why almost ten years later I am still doing it.

Then I realised people can watch Below Deck.

Probably best I didn't waste all of that effort.

Anyway, I have transitioned...... to a new job.

It is great. The only problem. I have been muzzled within an inch of my life. I have signed 2 NDA's one of which is for something that is not even real.

Anna says quite often that I am cryptic. Good thing I am. I can't say anything anymore. I will have to write about the past in vague prose.

"I was over there. It was nice"

Anna also says I lie a lot.

We shall meet somewhere in the middle.


Nice Words

I went out at the start of the month. Nights out are carefully planned things these days. Warm up and warm down stretches. Battery packs, topical creams and pain relief are all on hand. My last couple of nights out in New Zealand have been marred with a couple of conversations.

"Hello"

"%&*#$ you have got old"

When you eventually get home having those words reverberating in your head is a bit disheartening.

Not this time though.

"Hello"

"$#$$(( you guys look great"

And finally

"Hello"

"Are you still writing?"

"Well ummm $*&#$& Social networking, conspiracies, big brother, algorithms, parenting, general laziness"

"You should, you have a talent"

These two interactions were a nice reminder that the aging process can be forgotten about and that wasting talents is a terrible thing. Even the talent of being wasted.

I shall write something more later.



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