| may 26th chuck seminar and navy ball tomorrow. I've decided I'll probably have to move by junior year to meet kids career. I know where I wont live and I know where I can bear to live. Its just a matter of looking at schools that fit the bill. Its a big decision. I mean. I love my town. things can change anyways. just dont want to let the little guy down. more pre weld prep on the bowfin at the dry dock. dig a little rigging. read a little on rigging. going to clarify with bill that this is really where he wants me to pursue. sam asked. so I cleaned the galley. and for the poor guys without water for a few weeks, I slipped away and washed dishes on the deck with the fire hose. no water-seriously. at least at port there is water. made me feel good to know I could do some small thing to take care of someone else. and it was starting to smell. and there wasnt any silverware. and im bringing in water and paper plates--period. we need coffee!! wish someone would slip in and clean my place. May 22nd-25th ever had the feeling that someone who has loved you is busy making things....interesting? Bill knew...that everyone who has come in contact with me has schooled me in welding. We can't help it. I watch and pick up on things. It's subconcious. I even told him...I'll take classes and get the degree.. that one rolled off his back. But. he had called me Boson princess before when he caught me rigging. And I am very good at some aspects, strength awareness attention to detail safety of self above all and others of course. Things progressed, we talked knots. I inquired about dock work, because I like what the 2 girls on staff do at the maintenence shop,-and bam, a few days later I've a rigging book from one boss and another telling me the higher ups are real proud of me and that I'm expected to expect stream-lining-but I dont know who he is talking about; I dont know a thing about their bosses. Caught me off guard-I'm a little scared-I can't fill out applications. I found a place there near my friends and the wet green waters. and don't care what it is I do as long as it's not in a cubicle in tthe close quarters stuffy main office. but being the first girl 'dock-bitch' and not knowing THAT supervisor or THAT crew, other than the main port boss--I'll give it my shot but I wont bust ass long if I'm not the right fit-for THEM. however, so far, all the ships' crew and all the maintenence crew has been very brotherly in our work habits and welcoming of a sister who pulls a hearty load-and though I could walk away from this family it would be detrimental to my health and I would always regret it.. so I can plug along a 7.35 or I can keep showing how much I like it here. sam says I have built caves in high places. took me awhile to translate--but it's just a genuine love returned-period. caves. we'll see. "could we break up?" "yes. of course!" hug. 45 minutes later... "would you like to have dinner?" I stuck my thumb in my teachers eye while transitioning from a ridge hand to a punch. Everyone is ok--but that scared me to death and we're going to fix that 2 years of bad training. However..I see an interesting application of that fuckup and wished I had the balls to use it 10 some odd years ago as I was being killed. THANK YOU GOOD SAMARITAN GUY. I'm at dry dock. It's a comunal place-not just our company, not just our folks so I dont walk around. But it's cool. It is a giant cement structure that sinks for the ships to float in and then rises for them to be sawhorsed and worked on. We are having hull and misclaneaous mateniences done. The first day a large bald guy was like, 'so your why there is a purse in the galley, I was about to check my maties pants!" funny. I'm with sam and steve and richard-who kind of bothers me. But Im with sam and sam's a mentor and life is good. oh yeah. and this bolt in the ceiling with a fucked up angle that was going to be hell to cut.......broke by itself in the middle of the night. rust or some shit I suppose--- |