After weeks of struggle and exhaustion it would seem that we’ve (and I include myself in that when in reality I had little to do with it, it was totally to do with our amazing technical team on board) have fixed the worst of our technical problems on board. The gremlins appear to have been appeased and we have once again regained relatively stable communication with the outside world. The ship-side system will never be perfect, that’s simply the nature of the beast, but at least now it’s functioning closer to what it’s supposed to. At least my own system got fixed, which means I’m back to one stop shop as far as my email goes.
And I think that’s all I have to say about that really. It’s not my department, and it wasn’t my clever hands or mind that solved the issue. By the time resolution came, it was so far above my level of understanding that I perhaps comprehended one word in every ten of what was being sent to me.
Like I said: I have an amazing and patient tech team at my back. Let’s just leave it at that.
For my part: I am one tired kitten. Thankfully the fates have granted my voice back, but whatever it was that kicked me to the ground for the last few days has decided to go out as the worst head cold ever. I’m really not used to being sick for this long, and my body is not quite sure how to deal with it. So I’m trying to just eat right and sleep well, and I was a good girl and went back on my vitamins in hope that that would do some good.
And the beat goes on etc etc.
And while everyone is busy being jealous of me and my trip to Easter Island (which was amazing!) I am quietly being jealous of Armas, who is currently working on a charter on one of the other ships that has The Manhattan Transfer on board! Yes, jealous, very very jealous – and he knows that, because I told him so.