Belize City, Belize – I swear, yesterday must’ve been National bloody laundry day on the Norwegian Dawn, as every time I ventured to any of the onboard crew laundrettes, all the machines were full. I spent the day bouncing between the two facilities closest to my cabin, trying in vain to find a free slot to load my clothes into a machine.
Thinking I was being clever, I’d set off 15 minutes before the general emergency alarm was due to go off to signal the start of lifeboat drill, in an attempt to get my clothes in good and early. All the machines were either full or out of order, so I nipped to the next nearest laundry instead. Arriving there I found the same senario, only one of the machines was displaying only 1 minute left to go. Bingo! I thought.
17 minutes later, and 2 minutes after the general emergency alarm had sounded, and I was still stood in front of the washer with my clothes in my hand, waiting for that elusive ‘minute’ to be up. Now I know from previous experience that 1 washing machine minute is equal to at least 5 real minutes but this was taking the piss. I had no choice but to dump my dirty items on the side and hurry off to my muster station.
After the Captain’s meeting, lunch, before, and three time during work, I tried again, each time failing to find a slot in either room. Eventually, around 11pm, I got them into a washer, some 13 hours after I’d first tried. On my next break from work, I went to switch them into the dryer, but was completely at a loss to remember which of the laundrettes I’d left them in.
Finally after searching both rooms and all the machines, I found them still wet, on the stainless steel sideboard, as there was one less dryer working than washing machines. I picked up the soggy pile, went back up the stairs, along the I95 and back down to the other room and was relieved to find a machine happily tumbling around someone’s hot and dry clothes.
I took out their garments, added my own into the large metal drum and set about folding the items I’d just removed. Finally, at the time I finished work, close to 2am, I was able to gather up my clean, dry stuff and take it home to put away. I’ve decided I’m 2016 that I’m not going to wear anything but my uniform. I’ll sleep naked, eschew underwear, skinny dip instead of wearing a bikini, and that way I will only have to make the trip to the main crew laundry to drop off and pick up my work wear, saving me the pain of trying to do my own washing.
After boat drill and Captain’s meeting, when a large photo of my face appeared on the big screen alongside the other winners of the Vacation Hero award, I was excused from the following casino meeting, as all of the award recipients were to join the Captain and his team for photos and lunch.
We got a certificate singing our praises, a silver star to wear on our uniform along with our mandatory name badge and regular green Vacation Hero pin, plus a $50 internet card as a gift! So this blog will be bought to you for the whole of January courtesy of NCL!! We had a lovely sushi and cooked salmon lunch, followed by a huge fruit platter dessert. I hope I can be vacation hero again one day…
The casino was fairly busy, so by the time I finished, the Helipad party was also finished, and after scrambling up to deck 14, I was greeted with a rush of warm air, and a line of people walking towards me telling me how great it was but that the bar was closed and the music had stopped. Never mind, maybe I’ll make the next one…
Today is New Year’s Eve. We’re in Belize and I’m IPM so am going to head to the gym, then onto the pool deck for a bit of fresh air, before glamming for work tonight in my Macys bought dress. I might still have bags under my eyes though as we had the delightful wake up call of cabin inspection this morning and the inspectors left the wretched light on once again. Oh well, another day, another year. See you all in 2016, hopefully!