You’re still in bed at ten and work began at 8…you [skipped] your breakfast so far things are going great!
As I told Amras and the rest of the ‘Cats last night, the Kitten is tired. Especially when her alarm doesn’t go off in the morning and leaves her with less than ten minutes to get to work! Shockingly I actually made it, with precisely 60 seconds to spare. Go me! Seriously I don’t think I’ve ever gotten dressed and made-up that quickly, though I imagine my roommate didn’t think much of me at the time since I was – for once – not concentrating on not waking her up (her hours are off-set to mine, so we usually try and not disturb each other too much in the mornings). That said, I was running on a double strength mocha for most of the morning. Those of you have been around me when I’ve consumed coffee will know that this is a very dangerous circumstance indeed.
Seriously though, I’ve not been sleeping well, and it is apparently taken its toll. I was exceptionally glad when my Event Manager was kind enough to approve a cut back in my hours back to the standard six per port day. Perhaps now I’ll start feeling a little more human.
Sea days are always a bit draining, you never really have time to see anyone except for flashed smiles in the hallway and if you’re fortunate a chance encounter at dinner and usually even dinner is rushed. The guests look forward to sea days because it gives them a chance to recover from the exertion of running around all the various ports – the reverse is true for crew. Port days mean an empty ship, a lot of time to do easy going admin work and accomplish a lot more – sea days mean full out, full ship, for twelve hours until you fall into bed. Granted you’re not working the entire twelve hours, it just feels like you are.
Yup, ‘Kitten needs some sleep, before she starts hissing needlessly at people and earns herself a smack across her pretty li’l nose!