At Sea – Why the Freestyle does everyone think I’m from Australia??? All the guests say it to me. At least 5 everyday. “Oh, I love your accent what part of Australia are you from?” They question. “I can tell that’s an Australian accent.” They comment. “Hey an Aussie!” Comes the cry from across the table. Hello! Really? I couldn’t sound more British if I tried.
Ok so maybe my accent has got a little screwed over the years, involving lots of travelling etc. And now I work with a bunch of people from every corner of the earth, plus a whole host of American guests, but Australia, seriously, I’ve never even been there on vacation. I think it’s maybe that the people questioning me have never been there either, or they’re just drunk, or maybe a bit intellectually challenged. I guess when my contract ends in June, you guys will have a chance to judge for yourselves.
Yesterday was a little challenging, as it was the first day, I found it hard to motivate myself and be all cheery, smiley, welcome aboard guests, etc. After a shift the night before that lasted over twelve hours, plus a short sleep and shower, I was up and in my uniform to sanitise the casino. From there it was on to directional duty, which involved escorting the VIP guests from the port, to the vessel. I was really hungry and ended up missing both breakfast and lunch due to no breaks, so having to guide new excited groups of people up to their cabins and the beautiful steak house Cagneys on deck 13 all afternoon wasn’t my idea of the best way to spend the day. Also every time I walked back and forth across the covered bridge that allows passengers access to ship, I could see other lucky crew members heading off into New Orleans and the mall, where they have a large and sumptuous food court.
Still, I had a job to do, so painted a smile on and faked it for a bit. On one of my many trips across the gangway to fetch more clients, I thought about what I would’ve been doing back home, including mucking out in the cold, wind, and rain, then riding out inexperienced yearlings, many of whom harbour death wishes, followed by emails, phone calls and evening stables and my day suddenly didn’t seem that much hardship at all. I finally got my last guest safely to their stateroom and only had three minutes to leg it to the passenger emergency drill. This week at least it was sunny and warm, so I didn’t freeze in my uniform, plus all the guests helpfully arrived on time and behaved, so the drill was finished with enough time for me to shower again and wash my hair in the 20 minutes before work.
I felt better after my invigorating wash and even though I hadn’t managed to completely dry my hair, at least I felt smart and clean ready for my fourth different duty of the day. After giving out some gaming advice and tips, we were on our way and bound for Cozumel once more, so gaming for real started. Finally it was time for my 30 minute dinner break and some much needed sustenance.
The staff mess wasn’t serving until I was due to be back at work, so I picked at a few bits on offer in the staff mess, although the menu wasn’t really to my liking overall. On returning to the staff mess to eat, I spotted the that the food was out, so attempted to steal a couple of bits of the plain chicken that’s always on display. The female food attendant took great umbrage to me trying to illicitly snaffle up some tucker, as it was 25 minutes before opening, and gave me a bollocking, causing me to drop the piece of meat dangling on the end of my fork, onto the floor. I was so hungry I nearly ate the damn thing anyway, but decided to come back on my next 20 minute break and try again, when they were open for real.
The few potato pieces that I’d legitimately got from the crew mess tided me over and my mood improved considerably once more. I worked in the casino until after midnight but genuinely enjoyed my shift, having a lot of fun and making connections with some of this week’s punters.
Today is another long sea day, but I’m hoping to get back to the basketball court on my long break as we’ve only 200 under 18s onboard this week, plus I should finish at a reasonable hour (midnightish??), meaning I can get some sleep before we arrive in Cozumel where I plan to hit the beach and chill out for a few hours.