Many people will hate me for admitting that I occasionally get bored. I feel guilty admitting it. I mean, I’m a world traveler, I often feel like I shouldn’t be allowed to get bored. But no matter how wonderful and exotic a place is, once you’ve been to it four or five times in a year you find yourself getting a bit…meh.
Believe it or not, the job is still a job 
I’m well past the stage of my shipboard career where I fall into the party lifestyle. I don’t go to the officer’s bar anymore (though after my first contract I rarely did), I much prefer to keep to my own company. I get up in the morning, I go to work, I come home, veg out in front of the television, generally avoid shipboard politics (the lack of drama on this contract has been blissful) and crawl into bed. The next morning I do the same thing again. The big difference of course, is that I do it on a ship, so I get the option of wandering about in some pretty amazing places to alleviate my boredom.
The biggest work-related development this week is that my office computer up and died yesterday afternoon while I was off on Sentosa Island. This left me and my coworker somewhat bereft, as it’s very difficult to do the job without a computer. The entire system has had to be switched to manual. Nothing can be returned, and we can’t even mark the quizzes because everything was stored on the machine. As of this morning we have at least got a working computer again, but it has not yet been loaded with our library software. This means we can mark the quizzes, but little else (and try explaining to a guest that your computer isn’t working when you’re actively typing on it).
The cruise is moving at a surprisingly swift clip, it’s hard to believe it’s almost Halloween. A few days from now the ship will be crawling with cats, magicians, jesters and fools. As if it isn’t always – well, maybe not the cats
As we depart Singapore we’re passing through one of the busiest stretches of water I’ve ever seen . Mostly tankers and freighters, plying their way along various invisible highways. I don’t know how the various captains keep straight where they are and aren’t allowed to sail. Right now we’re keeping pace with a huge container ship off our port side, I can see it out the window, flanking us as we make our way out of the harbor. No crew to wave to though, just a lot of boxes.
One proper sea day after this (today is a half day, we spent the morning in Singapore), before we land in Indonesia.