Cbreeze's Journal, 08 Mar 11

I've gone and done it. I've gotten a job. It's supposed to be part-time, but so far it's been full-time during training. It was a bit accidental getting this job. I filled out an application, but really didn't think I'd hear anything. So far, it's been okay, but the hours will always be until 10pm but start either at 8 in the morning or noon. I really only wanted to work part-time during the day so I can be home at night with my husband as well as I am not a night person and usually find myself in bed by 9:30 or 10 at the latest. It's been an adjustment still working at 10. The job itself is super easy--get the passengers into the correct parking lot. Get them on the boat. Untie the boat. Move the ramp back which is stupid heavy so hopefully I'm building some muscles. Sit around while going to the island. Check the bathrooms every once in a while. Get the passengers off the boat/back on the boat and then do everything in reverse.
It's crazy boring. The pay is criminally low. But it gets me out of the house.
In the evening we do a dinner cruise so I am able to eat whatever I want. There's plenty of meat. BBQ ribs, chicken and shrimp with or without sauce so that's nice. But the sides are verboten. Baked beans, cole slaw, seasoned potatoes, squishy white bread rolls and chocolate cake for dessert. So, if I do eat there, the servers look at me like I'm nuts when I just ask for a little chicken and some shrimp and nothing else. My co-workers keep trying to get me to at least taste everything and always pushing the cake. They just don't get it. Mainly because the majority of them are young, thin men who still have many years to enjoy their skinny bodies before beer bellies set in. One of the new guys, who started the same day as me, also works as a personal trainer so he's been really nice to me about the food. He even shared his almonds with me yesterday. The ladies in the ticket office managed to band together and get him hired because he is really easy on the eyes. Our first night out, some girl on the boat gave him her phone number and e-mail and another older woman wouldn't stop taking photos of him. I went over to her and told her that the first five pictures were free, but each additional would cost her a dollar. Hey! They don't pay us but a pittance, a girl's gotta hustle a buck where she can!
Well, I've just realized this journal entry has taken on a life of it's own. I had meant to write about the food that was free for me to eat and how I've resisted so far and what I'm going to do about keeping up my resistance, but that didn't happen so I think I better stop. I have stuff I need to do before I have to go to work like find some food to take with me that doesn't need refrigeration since there isn't any on the boat and it does get quite warm.
Hope everyone is having a great week. I hope to catch up with you all soon!