Honolulu, for the tenth time
That was today, we were in Honolulu for my tenth time. This means ten weeks down, ten more to go.
I've come a long way. After four weeks, I was set on jumping ship. Now I think I'll probably end up doing another tour. I may even extend; I have the sweetest shift on the ship, and the Princess Bed. None of that shit will be waiting for me if and when I come back.
Still, just today I was thinking it would be all I could do to get through this rotation, then tonight I'm loving Hawaii again. Ship life fucks with me like that.
I'm not a waiter, I should probably switch departments before I do another rotation. And then maybe I don't want to come back, so what do i do at home? I have no idea where to make nearly as much money....plus all those extra living expenses you have on land. But I've never been about money, so I dont like that I'm even considering it now. Well, I have a z-card, that would enable me to join the hardcore merchant marine and see even more of the world. Maybe that would be better. Maybe I wouldn't like it a bit.
Basically, there is a lot on my mind, and I don't know what to do.
Fuck it, I have a plan for the next ten weeks anyway.