ok, you might not like this - a lot. but anyhow, here goes nothing.
the life and trials of working on a bloody cruise-ship. you know, the idiots i speak to on a day to day basis think that life is so fucking amazing, but lets start at the beginning.....
i don't wait this whole log thing to sound in anyway contrived (but it will) - can't tell you who i work for, just that its a major cruise-ship company based in the us.
we cruise from los angeles and head south for a jaunt of 7 days around mexico. superb you might think. however, have you ever stopped to thik just how stupid and pathetic the americans are?
we arrive in los angeles durin the early hours of the morning, however, because you work on a ship (irrespective of nationality), you're a criminal/terrorist. you've got numerous checks to go though, fingerprints etc... all to go and ride in cab to their crime ridden, stink-pit city centre. what you goa do there? go to fucking wal-mat and buy SHIT.
well, i've gotta go, my head hurts. will right more after we get clear of the us. aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh - i hate this chapter of my life. 