A Hawaii Morning By Tug

About a month ago I got to head out first thing in the morning on a tugboat from Honolulu.  It was an incredibly enjoyable morning.  First off, it was a gorgeous day.  We left before the sun rose and then got to watch it slowly light up Diamond Head and Waikiki.  It was fun to watch a crew I don't work with (and don't really know) complete tasks that are semi routine for me.  The subtle differences are always interesting from a professional point of view.  Coming back into the harbor in daylight was semi nostalgic.  There's something magical about Aloha Tower.

I was with a friend who is also a peer so, it was fun to get back in the car and discuss the evolution.

It was also kind of fun to see a lauhala basket sitting on the galley table.  Ahh...the subtle nuances of Hawaii...

All in all, a fun, scenic morning!

Flip through some pics at your leisure.

Soulful Sunday :: Hope and Light

 
toes in the sand

Last year at this time I wrote this post.  It was during one of the darkest professional times of my career (I mean seriously, those Cadbury Eggs were a high point).  I was incredibly unhappy.

I ran across a quote about Easter that I really think transcends race and religion.

Easter is meant to be a symbol of hope, renewal, and new life.
— Janine di Giovanni

I really agree.  As spring rolls around, as our days get longer, as flowers start to bloom, as kids hunt for eggs, as people worship and honor sacrifice it fills us all with a little hope.  A little excitement about what's around the corner.

I've been feeling so much lighter lately.  I've been looking forward to my days, my adventures and my days at sea.

As you enjoy this Easter Sunday I'll leave you with this quote.

We are told to let our light shine, and if it does, we won’t need to tell anybody it does. Lighthouses don’t fire cannons to call attention to their shining - they just shine.
— Dwight L. Moody

Let your light shine friends!  There are things to be hopeful about!  Happy Easter!

Nautie Musings / Making Mistakes

I was on the plane listening to one of my favorite podcasts, reply all and, they were talking about election forecasters.  They talked about forecasters in general including an octopus who correctly forecasted the entire world cup.  They talked about a forecasting duo that is doing really well and basically forecasting based on racist tendencies.  Then they talked about super forecasters.  The author of the book talked about how one consistent trait among super forecasters is humility.  He referenced a specific forecaster and said if you asked him the question, ‘how are you so good at investing?  how have you made these billions of dollars?’  He’d answer, ‘I know that I’m bound to make mistakes and therefore, I’m more likely to catch and correct my mistakes than other people are.’. The Reply All host says, ’okay so humility’  ‘it’s an intellectual humility’.  (this is majorly paraphrased don’t quote me here.)

They go on to say that in general if you stand in front of a group of people and you make a statement your much more likely to dig in.  To change your position is to admit error.  We hate to acknowledge error.  There’s an inverse correlation between fame and inaccuracy.  Pundits on television give clear concise answers.  They’re dynamic personalities.  They do great on television and they’re often times inaccurate.  A good forecaster doesn’t care if they look dumb.  It’s what makes them good.  They’re not afraid to admit when they’re wrong.

This whole snippet really reminded me of a conversation I had the other day with a friend. She asked me if I had ever been fired.  Here’s the story she got to hear:

I haven’t been fired but, one time I got this absolutely terrible evaluation.  The Captain cited the fact that I made a lot of mistakes.  That I shouldn’t be promoted because I had made these errors.

Here were the mistakes written about on my evaluation:

I had incorrectly totaled up the quantity of garbage.  I made the garbage receipt and, had the agent sign it for the garbage record book.  I had reversed some numbers on the receipt so, when I was putting it in the garbage record book I noticed they didn’t match.  It’s actually kind of a big deal.  So I told the Captain because we hadn’t left port yet and I knew the agent was coming back.  I made a new correct receipt and asked the Captain if he could have the agent re-sign it.

I had incorrectly calculated our ETA.  I admit.  This is a really big deal.  In my defense there were a lot of time zone changes, there were slow downs and speed ups, we had a timed arrival at the Bosphorus, we were stopping at the Bosphorus anchorage for bunkers, we had a pilot pick up time.  It was complicated.  I went to bed at the end of my watch and I tossed and turned feeling like my time was inaccurate.  So, I went back up to the bridge in the middle of the night and re-did all my numbers.  I was 12 hours off - we were going to be getting in one day earlier.  I felt really bad….and really dumb….but, I called the Captain in the middle of the night so that he’d still have 48 hours to notify the agent, terminals, etc.  He was pissed.  I would have been pissed too but, at least I told him!

I hadn’t made a call out.  I got a phone call in the middle of the night.  Went up to the bridge for the gear test.  The AB called me and said, ‘I just wanted you to know it’s the call out’.  I said okay and hung up.  I didn’t know he meant, ‘can you please make the call outs’.  Needless to say, the crew didn’t get called out.  We had a last minute call out - the guys wrote in penalty time.  I stand firmly by this:  not my fault.  *hahahah*  

He left this scathing evaluation on my stateroom door.  I read it and was freaking furious.  I took some time to calm down and then I went and knocked on his office door.

He let me come in and I said I’d like to discuss my evaluation and sat down.

Here’s what I said, ‘Captain, the only reason you know about any of those mistakes is because I told you about them!’.  I of course elaborated to say, ‘that’s called professional courtesy!’ of course, it didn’t end there, I kept on saying, ‘the fact that it’s being held against me now as an indication of a weak skill set makes no sense at all!’.  I also said, ‘I’m a good shipmate.  I correct other peoples mistakes all the time and you don’t even know about them.’  (He always compared me to this one kid - which I hated - so I threw him straight under the bus) ‘I correct so and so’s mistakes ALL the time.’  Then I said, ‘you better be careful about criticizing mistakes or you’ll miss hearing about the one that’s going to be a game changer for your own career.’.  (in retrospect I probably shouldn’t have said that….)

He didn’t say one thing.

For the record:  I hated that ship so much.  I couldn’t stand the people I worked with.  I felt like I was constantly on the chopping block and, to be honest I really felt like they just didn’t care for me.  I never went back.  For the record, if I had gone back, I probably would have been fired. 

Back to the Reply All episode.

I couldn’t agree more. 

Admitting I was wrong has saved my butt over and over again.  I make mistakes and, I know it, which makes me more likely to catch and correct them.  

Intellectual Humility!  In my opinion it's one of the building blocks of success.  It's what makes people easier to work with.  It's what makes you trust them.  

Housekeeping

Hello Friends!  I'm just going to run through a couple of things here because, you're my buddies and I like to keep you posted.

Taking care of business.

I'm feeling pretty proud of myself.  I've been handling some 'technical aspects' of the blog solo while simultaneously feeling like a fish out of water.

Here's a bit of Nautie Mermate History.  I started this blog in 2010.  It was a self hosted Wordpress site.  My friend Lauren designed it for me and, it was seriously cute.  But, there were drawbacks, namely, I didn't know how to do things myself.  This wouldn't have necessarily be an issue but, I don't have a budget for Nautie Mermate.  This is a passion project.  

I transferred my blog from Wordpress over to Square Space.  I like Square Space a lot.  Like a lot, a lot.  I like it for so many reasons but, the biggest reason is I get tech help.  I can send a message to someone and they'll actually answer me.  I know, right?  Huge.  Square Space costs money - and Wordpress is free.  The catch is I was spending a fair amount of money with Wordpress because I needed people to help me.  

In the meantime, even though I had transferred over to Square Space, I was archiving my data at Blue Host and I paid for my domain name at Go Daddy.  Too Much!

I have since transferred my domain name over to Hover.  I like Hover!  It's more affordable than Go Daddy and again, they are really helpful.  Plus, they just have that nice start up aesthetic that ever Apple user loves *wink*. 

In a nutshell, I feel more in control of the tech side of things and I also saved myself some money.  Two very good feelings.  

I got the Shingles.

Wop.Wop.  I didn't even know this happened to people my age.  The good news:  it hasn't been a very serious case and it hasn't been very painful.  I'm on the mend now.  I'm not contagious.  

I've been working on a new little series.

I'd like to have a series on the blog called 'Nautical Musings'.  A couple reasons.  People ask me all the time, 'what is it like to be a Sailor?'.  It's not something you can describe.  Like most things in life it's a rolling experience.  There isn't one succinct sentence.  You just have all these experiences and they culminate into something personal.  Unique to you.  I'm going to try to start just telling some stories.  I think that I've always done this but, I haven't made it something that was cohesive.  I'm going to try.

Thanks for listening to my drunken ramblings.

Bridget called me a wonderful nut!  Which kind of warmed my heart because I was on the cusp of taking the post down.  But hey.  Real life.  Kind of cathartic.  Whatevs.  Thanks for taking me as I am.

There you have it!  Happy Aloha Friday!  No music for you today!

M.L.IS.W. :: ...from the police scanner...

Dispatc:  call to --- kawailani.  report of trespassers....

...people reportedly living behind their house in tents.

(in my head, I'm like:  WHAT?!  They don't know someone is living behind their house?!)

----time goes by----

Dispatch:  ...it actually sounds like a domestic.....

.....the home has ongoing renovations.....

Me in my head:  (as in...the husband lives outside in a tent?!)

-----I'm laughing hysterically------

---time goes by---

Dispatch:  ......report at Waiakea Uka....report of a neighbor dispute.....

Cop:  what's the problem?

Dispatch:  ....the neighbor doesn't tie up his dog....

Different cop:  you know you might want to check for TRO (temporary restraining order) at Kawailani....

Dispatch:  I know... no TRO....

Cop:  you know I went up about a year ago (about the dog)....

Me in my head:  this is why I listen to the police scanner.....