Log It.

First of all, thanks for your lovely comments and pats on the back. You, Nautie Friends are seriously the best thing that's ever happened to me. 

Want to know what I spend an insane amount of time doing?  Logging things. In the deck log. In the bell book. In the cargo log. In the compass log. In the garbage log.  

I write things in notebooks and transfer them with nice handwriting later. It's a process.  Believe me. 

This morning I had an epiphany about my current situation and this blog. Sometimes I wonder, 'why the hell do I feel the need to share my feelings on the blog'. I'm logging it. It's all jumbled up in my head written in chicken scratch. I'm transferring it over to my very own personal logbook with neat penmanship.  

It's a process.  

Log it.  



All Of The Feelings


I bet you all have been thinking, 'wow. Megan hasn't talked about her feelings in awhile'. Where's the crying in bars?  Where's the meowing?  I mean...could she possibly be turning into a well adjusted adult?  Nope. 

I am having all of the feelings. 

I figure, what's better than 'writing it out'?!

I hesitate to write about work in this lovely space. Which may seem incredibly stupid considering it's all I actually seem to write about. In all honesty though, I keep lots of important details to myself...like what ship I'm actually on...who my employment agency is...etc.  This is going to be an incredibly vague post, and for that I apologize greatly. 

When my ship was reflagged I struggled to find a new ship...you guys know this part. I looked high and low...and some may argue that I could have looked lower but, really?!  Who wants to look lower?!  

What I discovered when I was ship-less was that I had no seniority. I had been working for a company for years - they had no ship for me. I had been in the same group of people looking for work since I graduated (ahem, nine years ago). They too had no ship for me. 

I felt like I was on a fast track. I had been moving up right on schedule throughout my career. I really and truly thought there'd be a captains job for me in the next 1.5 years. 

Instead of looking lower and instead of borrowing money I made a drastic change.  I moved somewhere I felt I could build seniority.

When I lost my ship - and realized I had no seniority - it was almost sad to get my Captains license.

I shipped out as Second Mate. I'm happy to be here and lucky for me I've always enjoyed this position. I enjoy being the navigator. Not having to listen to bitching sailors and overtime disputes first thing in the morning as Chief Mate...I don't miss that. 

Except. You knew there was a but. 

I feel like I'm going backwards. It feels like everything I busted ass for just flew out the door. It's gone. I'm back to square one. 

Here I am, essentially starting over at the exact moment I've hit my ultimate goal. Where's the fanfare?  Where's the red carpet?  Where's the golden egg?

I know what you're thinking. You're young!  You've got tons of time ahead of you!  You're right...and sure, I'll sail Chief Mate again...and sure maybe even Captain. Except that's probably now years in the making. 

Here's what it truly boils down to. I'm a lady sailor. It's hard not to feel like my time at sea has an expiration date. Years in the making?  That would have worked just fine for me....five years ago. 

There's nothing to be done about it. Curve ball. So, I'll just enjoy my time. Hard to complain about cruising up the Yangtze River and eating Soba in Okinawa. What else is life but an adventure?


M.L.I.S.W :: Olivia Newton John

At sunrise the sailors on the bridge do sanitary. This means they sweep, mop, clean windows, tidy and re-stock the coffee mess and give the head a good cleaning. 

Lots of times they like to get started just before it gets light so they can knock off a little early.  

This morning it was just getting light. I was maneuvering for fishing boats and one of the sailors starts to clean the head (the John for any who are confused). I've got my headlamp on and am sipping coffee and am using binoculars to spot lights in the haze.  

One of the sailors comes out of the head with a scrubby and some 409 (the other sailor is on the bridge wing acting as lookout - I have a two man watch in these congested waters).  

Sailor, scrubby in hand:  you know who's fine? 

I turn around with a blank stare.  

Sailor:  Olivia Newton John

I maintain my blank stare.  

Sailor:  She's so fine. I'd do her. She's haaawt!  I love her.  

Me:  oh yeah... 

Sailor:  yep.  

Then he goes back in the head and keeps scrubbing.  



Okinawa. My favorite.

Last time I was in Okinawa I posted a photo of a truck bed full of bentos. This time I blew up FB and Instagram with photos of rice bowls, soba noodles and salt ice cream. 

The thing about containerships is they're in and out of port quickly.  

This means that I spent an hour and a half on a mad dash to stuff my belly and get back to the ship.  

What I thought would be a 'mission' was actually a very smooth undertaking.   Apparently, I'm built for this. 

A little yen goes a long way :) 



Long Time No Write!

Apologies Nautie Friends. I have excuses but, I'll save them.  I miss you all. I'm gonna try to be back. 

So far, here's what I know about containerships... 

They're really loud. Lots of booms, bangs, thuds during cargo ops. Takes awhile to get used to it so you can get some sleep. 

They move fast. We easily do 20 knots underway without even trying. My last ship was lucky to average 12. Think pacific crossing reduced from 30 days to 9 days.  

They are kinda stinky. We loaded a lot of raw cow hides. You can imagine the stench by the time we reached Asia. Gross. 

They are well oiled machines. We are in and out. Like...fast. The boxes come on the boxes go off. It's bizarrely fascinating.  

I'm doing my best to find my groove. Get up to speed. Make friends (sorta). Mind my p's and q's. Nap. Eat well. You get the idea. 

Thanks for your patience. I heart you.  




Chilly Buns + Greetings

Nautie Friends,

Please excuse my absence!  If I thought my last ships Internet was slow then that makes this ships Internet sloth-like. Plus, I've been getting settled in and you know how that goes...lots to think about! 

This is a test post just to see how long it will take a pic to load, etc.  

It's going to be a lot harder for me to post direct to FB so for those of you who use that, apologies. 



p.s my buns have been pretty chilly!  Look at those snowy mountain tops!