Got back Monday night. Three flights really did a number on my ka-nee. I didn't feel too bad but when my co-worker met me in my cabin to hand the job back over to me he wisely pointed out that one of my legs was roughly twice as big as the other. Huh. . . go figure.
Luckily we're in the middle of dry dock right now so the work load is greatly reduced. In addition my logistics sub-contractor who normally mans the ground post had to go home for a few days so I've been on the ground running that side of things. Sucks to get down off the ship (DD gangways are never kind and usually resemble an attempt to climb Half Dome) but once I'm on the ground we've got a twenty foot container set up as an office down there with a fridge, fans, desks, etc. . . the only thing missing is internet cause if I had that I could run the whole job from the ground and sleep in the container. Yeah, cause that's not ghetto.
So, we're in the lull before the storm and trying to get as far ahead as possible. This is the enjoyable time when the crane only runs twelve hours a day instead of sixteen and on Saturday and Sunday I should be able to cut back to eight measly hours and then we can bar-b-que and have one of those beer-type things down on South Beach. (Ed. Note: South Beach is actually a desolate wasteland where we stage containers, trash and materials and has none of the charming characteristics of normal beaches. . . not even the sand.)
It's not late but it feels that way. With a little luck I'll have a little more time online the next few days. . . you know, to catch up on the rather bloated work inbox I have accumulated. Haven't exactly got a swollen personal inbox and wouldn't mind hearing a bit about how people are doing these days. Cheers.