The internet on the ocean, or why I haven't updated

So it's been about a week since I last wrote in, which is only kind of half true. The internet here is rather troublesome about eatting my posts, I've updated twice this week and both times the internet just grinned and burped at me causing me to spout obscenities the likes of which would make a puerto rican prostitute blush. So unfortunately until i feel like typing out the massive chronicles of Operation Scotland (Scot Ops) and why I got flung off the ship from Deck 4 into the Haitian Sea (I called it the Matt-a-pult), you'll just have to be creative and come up with your own filler.

Things have been *harsh* here, every week one of the three stage staffers that work in Studio B is on Duty, this means that they can't leave the ship, are on call 24/7, and are essentially slave labor to the tune of minion minor. Now, my first week, I was on duty, it also happened to be my training week, and a the charter from hell. Therefore I never slept. The week after Stevie (one of the stage staffers) was on duty. However, stevie is learning a track in the theatre right now (we all have to know multiple tracks so we can fill in if someone gets sick) Soooo, being the FNG (Fun new guy. One of those words isn't correct, I'll let you figure out which) I got to take over all the bitchwork associated to being on duty. woot. Now this week Erik (our Philippino stage staffer who is totally insane, yet incredibly fun) is supposed to be on duty. Sadly, Erik seems to have some form of the Vulcan stomach eatting head melting why-god-why-won't-i-die virus, so we've been down a guy all week (Read: all I do is work to pick up the slack. work work work) so guess who gets to be on duty this week? woo. That's alright, duty shifts tomorrow night, and since I only have to be on duty once every three weeks I finally get to... be.. on duty.

Life's a bitch.

In other news, I've lost about 2 inches off of my waist. Which is both awesome and not so awesome. I'm very pleased that I've lost a god amount of weight, but that uniform I had to buy my first day? Well that doesn't fit so well anymore, so tomorrow I have to go grovel to the quartermaster in hopes that he'll just allow me to swap out the tents that i used to call pants for something a bit slimmer.

Anyhow, I need to go pick up my laundry. I think my cabin steward should have it done by now. As a closing note: ha ha ha, I have a maid and laundry service and you don't. I am so cool.

I promise next time I write in I'll entertain you with further stories of ship life instead of just a post filled with "waaaah I work too much, my cabin attendant didn't fold my sheets right, and the steak was a bit dry with dinner"