Well, my pirate costume is at my feet and I have 2 hrs till show time. Almost enough time to say a little hello and tell you about my week.
I know I gave out a quick hello on Tuesday and from there it was a basic quiet time. It seems that most of the excitement happened on Friday. One thing, we DAs are a crazy bunch. I was thinking this to myself as we were pointing out each other’s various bruises. I’ve been gaining a collection bruises for the last couple of weeks, most times I don’t know where they came from and they were work related but other times it was some rough housing. Of the four of us fighters we all have had our share and have a great time trying to make each other feel guilty. Today on my day off I was attacked when a rag whipping demonstration got out of hand. Now I have marks from that and Emily says that she can’t do it right. I’m such a sissy when it comes to pain. I was running around the galley shrieking like a girl. Fox was the one that decided to step the demo up to an attack.
It’s all good, I deserve something from Emily anyway. Last night Mandi and I had an awesome girl night. Jana was there for a little while. We talked about girls’ favorite topic; guys. It was a great time. Before you know it it was 3:00 in the morning and time for bed. It was only after returning to my room that I realized that I had locked myself out. Jana and I share a bathroom so really I could have pounded on her door and she would have let me in but I didn’t want her to suffer for my mistake. Instead I found a pen, slipped a note under her door asking her to unlock mine and then I set off to chase down Mandi and sleep in her room. Mandi lives in a differant building and I was ready to go over, I had Big Red but then I remembered EMILY. Emily lives across the hall from me and it’s almost a public fact that she never locks her door (Jana locks hers, it turns out). Emily’s extra bed is also right next to the door. The solution was simple, I was able to cozy up and sleep without her ever realizing I was there. The only time I ever had problems being quiet was when I would start giggling when I thought what her reaction would be in the morning. How long would it take for her to realize that I was there?
Well, I couldn’t have planned it better. It turns out that she was working in the morning and she arose and stumbled into the bathroom bleery eyed and unseeing. My moment of glory had arrived when I realized that I was about to get the jump on her as she came out of the bathroom. And it was perfect. I sprang up from the covers with Horror Movie affect and was met with sleep crusted eyes flashing to terrified surprise- and she was naked. That’s when I got my flash of horror and surprise. We both laughed hilariously. Emily, of course, has been telling everyone throughout the whole day. I was even able to give Simone, her suite mate, a surprise when she got up. I am now “Emily’s room mate.” I still can’t find my keys though.
Maybe I left my keys at the bowling alley. I was a pinsetter on Friday. Not bad. I made over $30 in tips, only had one major mess up where I reset when I wasn’t supposed to and then I couldn’t remember what pins were supposed to be put back. I also don’t have the soreness effects of pinsetting like I did last week. I just have a stiff lower back.
No Massages this week. I have had a couple questions about them but I have been busy with other stuff. Wednesday was the Galley party and we did Bumble Bowling where you have to do some difficult throw with every frame. It was sad what a low score I did get when I bowled normal. 83. So far the lowest bowling score is Brad from Rec with a whopping 37. The bonus about working in the Galley is the food hook-up. We had nachos and Shane prepared jello shots.
Thursday was another MCI training. This was the pre-drill drill. It was a mass of confusion. Eric had the quote of the week as we looked around at the various triage stations. I wrote it down, let me read it to you: “I hope if there is a mass casualty that I am not a part of it. I kind of knew coming down here that if something bad happened I would probably die. I am at peace with that but I’d rather not suffer. This looks like suffering, and then dying.”
This morning Ben had another great quote. I didn’t write it down and I almost forgot what it was but it finally hit me just as I was writing to say that I had forgotten it. He said, “Did you know that on the last scene in Fight Club when all the buildings blow up that it took the CGI guy one year to do that? One year, I thought to myself, ‘What a waste of a life,’ and I looked around and I was like, ‘I’ve been a janitor for 14 months.'”
We had been talking about going crazy in Antarctica. Phil said it took him only 2 months. He was a DA for 14 months. A record. He enjoyed it for 12 months and then Wind Fly happened and all his friends that had left for the winter returned. They came back from civilization all fresh and sun soaked from their travels and, “They realized that time had stood still for me,” was Phil’s way of putting it. “That’s when I realized the same thing and it was really depressing.”
Ah Phil. He is just about the coolest. I’m not sure if now is the time to introduce you to him but I have been really wanting to. He’s just such a character and there really isn’t a nice way to describe him but I mean it all in the nicest way. Does that make any sense? He is like the cool dork. He’s got slightly shaggy hair, usually wears some odd baseball hat and all of his clothes are emblazened with ‘P’s or “Phil”. His signature is Buddy Holly glasses. He’s the one that I’ve been drinking up all his tips on DA work.
All right, well, I had better go. I froze in Mill vans again, I got a patch from the BFC to fix the binding on my scrap book, the ice machine broke down and has been on the fritz all week ( I just had to mention that because it seems so ironic), and prep-cook Nick was complaining about a rash on his arm that he thinks might be a heat rash. “Do you know where you are?” Emily asked as the Physical Therapist was laughing at our attempts to do the excersizes that she assigned the kitchen crews.
Now I have to go and draw some pirate tattoos on Jana. I think it’s going to be a fun night, Pirate Party at Hut 10. I think this sort of thing happens a lot. So much of gear issue was frilly shirts and what-not. I wonder how many times these costumes get recycled through. I know the wigs have been brought out at least 3 times since I arrived. Gear Issue is a “rental” shop, half is sporting equipment and one wall is costumes. We were supposed to go and get pictures of auroras at Castle Rock tonight but all the Piston Bulleys broke down. One is still out on the Castle Rock trail. Pirate Party it is. I will talk to you all later.