Day 36 - 9

Starts Off Horrible..
But somehow I end up laughing

This is sucking away at my soul...

So right off the bat my day got off to one horrible start...even before I woke up. It all started with a really elaborate messed up dream, and I know it's just a dream, but when it seems so real and is fucked up as this, how can it not effect your day or mindset..especially when I put weight into dreams anyways....

There were two parts to the dream, the first dealing with my good friend Zach...it started out with him trying to help me out fixing a computer problem I had or something along the lines of technology, you know...so he's fixing the computer or whatever, and my iPod has a virus on it, and it keeps on playing the porno movie and won't do anything else, I can't restart or anything, it's weird..and then the dreams goes back to the point when someone plugged my iPod into their computer and I suppose that's how I got the virus?

There were a lot of call backs in the dream let me tell you...so the place where zach is fixing the computer is some sort of a house that we broke into to use? Anyways, as I exit this place for the fifth or so time it's now morning and daylight is breaking..as I exit the screen door crashes and the asian/hawaiian couple that own the place are waking up (why they are sleeping outside is beyond me, the dream gave some sort of loose explination but I can't remember) so I run past the couple and try to get zach out of there, but by then it's too late...they blame him for the vandalism and everything else tat was going wrong..which wasn't his fault there was tthis other group of kids fucking around...

Anyways, they sentence him to jail time for years and he has to say goodbye to his family and job meanwhile they confiscate all the electronic devices such as my laptop..someting along the lines of it's a federal case...but something happened like if zach were to confess or do something it wouldn't be a federal case..and I pleaded for my laptop back since it wouldn't be a federal case anymore but there was nothing I could do and I felt bad for putting zach behind bars..

The second part involved some seriel killer...even though it was the last part of the dream it's hard to recant the vivid memories of it...i just remember there was another flash back scene having to do with liz's social security number and address on this piece of paper. She did not supply her real information so when the killer memorized it of that sheet it was the wrong one and yeah, it was just a stupid fucked up dream....

So off to work I went, working lunch at the "hoo-key-lou" and that's where I lost it..i made it up there and I was assigned the duty of polishing silverware..so this one kid shows me where it was at and I try to go to work...but I soon realize I need gloves and a towel to polish with..so I am looking for both things but can't find either one anywhere..i was in the galley and you'd think I'd be able to find loves there..but noooo
Then this one fuck spots me and starts giving me orders...tells me to get the rolled silverware and bring it back to him..so now I'm pissed, I hate having a job and then being told by someone else to do more things...especially when I haven't even started my assigned task yet...

So I obliged reluctantly, just trying to help out, and ask where to go for the silverware..he tells me the name of the local..and I tell im I'm new here I don't know what you are saying..he just repeats himself, so I flip out...i exit the back galley area and start looking for this sacred rolled siverware. A girlfriend of mine crosses my path noticing I am in distress and tries to help, I vent and she tells me to breath...don't restrain me when I am in a mood like this...she brings me to the place and I go back with silverware in hand

I bring back the silverware and that d-bag is still there, but now he tells me to distribute the silverware to these two locales I have no idea where they are...and the best part is he is getting off his shift, so I just turn around cursing and go to look for my fucking gloves and towel.

I find them eventually and start my work..then, THEN as I am rolling this older asian man starts talking at me..telling me to pick up the silverware...i look down and there is silverware on the shelf right below in front of me...so I point to those racks, he justkeeps repeating, I ask where he wants them, and this goes on back and forth til another man informs me the asian guy wants me to pick up the silverware that is on the floor..well that makes sense, so I look and I see nothing..i look..then I get on my hands and knees in the three inches of water that I am standing in and finally spot the two fallen pieces and pick them up..

So I am angered by the fact this man had me pick them up when I couldn't even see them, but the guy who 'translated' for me told me that is was the asian man's job to keep the floor clean..it was his job to keep it clean, he spotted it.yet had me get all fucking wet to pick I up when I hadn't even dropped any silverware!!!!! That's when I lost it and cursed out everyone...anyone who came near me received some sort of racial/ethnic/anything bashing...i was beyond livid...

Whatever..i sat there polishing my silverware basking in my own hatred for everything..occassionally mckenna would check up on me, but I just wanted to be alone and eventually get off of work, only to go back to work..

Night at the palace, another night of escorting...by this time in my life I was dying on the inside, my insides hurt because this place was sucking out my soul..honestly I could feel the pain of my soul crying out..there's a new matre d in the restaurant, he's like 21 or something, how he is in the position is beyond me, maybe he's fucking the right people I don't know...well, I'll tell you this, I don't like him, he's not a nice guy and he shouldn't have a management position..fuck that

A lady yelled at me for taking her and her family to her table through the other tables, keeping her on the carpet like we are supposed to do rather than walking on the tile where the server's side-stations are located...the thing for her argument was she did have a stroller with her, but it was a very small stroller, not even as wide as me...so I made a judgement call, the sidestations were flooded with servers and more were coming with food, for everyone's safety I took it upon myself to take them to the carpet, had it been some sort of a wheelchair I may have gone through there, but whatever...so she yelled at me and told the matre d on me who later yelled at me for it...

I got tired of all this abuse and it was somewhere around 7 I was almost in tears..yeah, things are getting to me this badly (randomly enough this was about the time jenny busted into tears on the POAmerica..)...if it wasn't for the guests I don't know what I would have done...right about that time I had some people walk into the restaurant that I apparently met the night before at the BBQ..they were really nice to me and making conversation...i had several more people come in like that, all eager to see me, somehow I made an impact on their lives in just the first day of the cruise..and even the guest who left the palace angrily pointing at me saying I was the best thing there..

F&B Scott made his rounds later that night and asked how I was doing, I asked if he wanted me to be honest, of course he did, so I told him I hated life more than life itself, I was about to cry four seconds ago, and in three I may jump ship..he said we needed to talk later and gave me his pager number saying I must contact him before I retire tonight...

Well sad to say that never happened, by the time I got off of work it was time for the buffet, and as soon as I got finished eating I wanted to drink by getting off the ship..and this is the port you do not want to get off the ship..i had such a horrible day I wanted off here, I wanted to get really drunk here...i didn't want to get back on the ship basically...i said I'm either coming back in a body bag, or I'm blowing so over a .04 they won't let me back on...so I find brian and we take off to town...the real kicker is either of us have no clue where the bar that everyone goes to is...christina who changed her mind left and right about going out tonight called us while she was at the beach, but she walked into a bar or something, I had no idea what was going

Well we walked and we came unto a spot where we had a couple choices of bars...but 'the tavern' was what rang a bell, so we go inside only to find Christina already there, apparently that's the bar she ran into and had failed to call us back letting us know what was up...

Whatever, so brian and I order some drinks..no harm there..i suppose I did 'flirt' with the bartender lady..well you see the thing is I ordered a gin and tonic, and when the lady gave it to me she didn't put a lime in it..i looked over the counter top only to come up empty handed, so I asked her, in some sort of a way for a lime, it actually went down like this, "I would love you forever if you could give me a lime please" no harm there..she obliged and told me she didn't want to see me flirting with any ladies out there...so when I ordered the second round of drinks as soon as I walked up to the counter the barkeep acknowledged me as the love of her life, how cute....

Then christina decided it was time to go and wants me to walk her out the door because there was some guy talking to her, trying to get with her that she didn't like...i willing take the part of the guy taking her home and we walk out of the bar together..i try to convince her to stay for just a bit longer because we could all actually leave together since nobody should be on these streets alone, but she wants to go on her way to meet her guy at the beach, whatevs...so as I make my way back in the bar I noticed something in the reflection of one of the random mirrors...there was a pause, the notice of me walking back into the bar, and then they darted, and when I looked back they were out the door..i looked at brian and shook my head..i ran out the door and got on the phone to Christina..when I told her what I just saw she looked back only to see the guy walking behind her with his hood pulled over his head...she picked up her pace and had her guy friend meet her closer than the beach..so all ended well

Back in the bar..and on round three is where we have our problems..as I come back to the table there's this guy trying to get in my chair, brian does his best to make him get over and with my arrival he finally does...well turns out he's a drunk islander, greeeat...so we talk, he can barley keep a conversation let alone speak real words, could have blinded him with dental floss....so the conversation is just getting awkward and I decided to pull out my 'magic' tricks..well, he didn't like that too much let me tell you..

Right after my tricks his friend comes over and tells him they are going..well, he doesn't like this..then all of a sudden he stands up and is staring at brian, yelling at him...this guy is on my right, brian on my left...so he's up and saying to brian "let's go, let's do this" and brian is now leaning back in his chair trying to figure out what just happened...the guy's friend trie to grab and pull him away but the drunk guy just lays one on his friend, a solid hit, so his friend was like fuck that and walked away...

So now the drunk guy is punching the table, yelling at brian to fight...at this time with the punches flying into the wood I stand up and get beside brian, to sure what I am supposed to be doing, but as long as I got out of the way of the flailing arms...then this little old lady who checked out ID's at the door comes over and she's supposed to be our security, the bouncer..well some how this little old lady sweet talks the guy and coerces him out the door..where we found out later he started a fight out there...thank god for the little lady, somehow she saved our lives that night..

So once the guy left, all eyes were finally off of us, but the terror was ever present..somehow we adverted death, everything we had heard about the ship legends, how this port was so terrible, how the natives there were soo mean..well, we actually got to live and experience it...

After a couple people talked to us about it, we finished our drinks and headed out...by then the bar was closing and it was close to 130..we tried out best to make it to the crew bar to get another drink, but they too were closed..so we called it a night, brian vowing never to get off in wahilihili ever again, and me vowing to absoutly return to the tavern next week...if not for the story, for the bartender lady who overpoured my drinks....for once in my life I kinda felt like a woman, having a barkeep pour extra in my drink because I'm so darn cute..


And somehow even though I haven't drank in such a long time, I never got anywhere near drunk, let alone a buzz...how lame, and on that note, good night











"the guy was like mother fucking Donkey Kong"