You know I watch tv sometimes, and tonight I watched the latest "Deadliest Catch." It's waaaay past time they let the wives come on for more than a kiss and a hug. Yay! They were all gorgeous, of course, and the proposal - wow! For doing that in front of every one, you know that guy can use that in every argument, and what can she say but "Aaaw, I can't stay mad at you."
During the work episode that aired right before the pub segment, I thought about a whole lot of things. I always laugh at the greenhorns for the trouble they get in and for the lack of understanding - I can relate. ;-) Anyway, I do get it that to understand how things go, you just got to be right in the middle of it.
Well, I am learning a lot better how things go. I still don't like the whole business of how all the employers, not just the main interviewer, go over every little detail about a person. Then when the job applicant walks through the door, she thinks it is the same person she spoke with on the phone. After all, he knows stuff, is using the same words... but is it the same person? It feels different somehow. Strange.
Showing posts with label Deadliest Catch. Show all posts
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Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
No Joke About the Deadliest Catch
No joke about the Deadliest Catch tonight. Sig is hot, g__da__it. As a matter of fact, most of them have a certain amount of sex appeal. Old or young, shaved or bearded, as long as they have most of their teeth. Their ruggedness and confidence, the way they handle... the way they handle their equipment makes me want to be a pod. Without the crabs. We could probably fit two or three deckhands in a pod, yes?
Seriously, tonight's episode was about some of the guys who passed on. Whose families still miss them. It is so easy to take life for granted, to complain about how hard life is. And then I find some reason to be thankful for the things I do have. The voice of the captain calling "Mayday, mayday, mayday" as calmly as he could, knowing that people would die minutes after he had to stop calling for help, hearing that brought a wave of solemn reflectivity over me. Some sounds can say what words cannot express.
The computer generated visual during the retelling was overdramatic, unnecessary, even unprofessional. Almost cartoonish, I felt as though someone was trying to impress me at a very inappropriate moment. Perhaps I will feel differently tomorrow, but I doubt it. I wonder what the wives, the families must think. Feel. I hope they don't feel as though their tragedy, their heartache has been dramatized to put a buck in someone else's wallet. That feeling is not good; it is like being robbed.
When I think of all the opportunities I have had, the ones I've experienced and the ones I've missed, life has been rather sweet. I admire the folks who do the tough jobs. I have worked a few of those. It is not easy.
One of the first things I noticed about too many of the people in my current profession is that they complain a lot. A lot. About things they should not complain, like being able to sit down every day for lunch. Thirty minutes to sit and enjoy lunch with co-workers is not enough. Hearing it over and over, I finally had to say one day "Look, I used to get five minutes to eat before I had to be back on the floor (waiting tables)."
Lately, I have heard myself crying a sad tune over some of the silliest minor things... Stressed out is not the way I wanted to end the semester (as graduate student), the easiest semester academically that I have had in more years than I want to tell. I managed to pull out some sanity in the very last week. Mid June, I get to take chemistry. :-) Maybe I will learn how to make things explode.
Speaking of making things explode, here's one last word on the crab fisherman. Mmmmmm.......
Seriously, tonight's episode was about some of the guys who passed on. Whose families still miss them. It is so easy to take life for granted, to complain about how hard life is. And then I find some reason to be thankful for the things I do have. The voice of the captain calling "Mayday, mayday, mayday" as calmly as he could, knowing that people would die minutes after he had to stop calling for help, hearing that brought a wave of solemn reflectivity over me. Some sounds can say what words cannot express.
The computer generated visual during the retelling was overdramatic, unnecessary, even unprofessional. Almost cartoonish, I felt as though someone was trying to impress me at a very inappropriate moment. Perhaps I will feel differently tomorrow, but I doubt it. I wonder what the wives, the families must think. Feel. I hope they don't feel as though their tragedy, their heartache has been dramatized to put a buck in someone else's wallet. That feeling is not good; it is like being robbed.
When I think of all the opportunities I have had, the ones I've experienced and the ones I've missed, life has been rather sweet. I admire the folks who do the tough jobs. I have worked a few of those. It is not easy.
One of the first things I noticed about too many of the people in my current profession is that they complain a lot. A lot. About things they should not complain, like being able to sit down every day for lunch. Thirty minutes to sit and enjoy lunch with co-workers is not enough. Hearing it over and over, I finally had to say one day "Look, I used to get five minutes to eat before I had to be back on the floor (waiting tables)."
Lately, I have heard myself crying a sad tune over some of the silliest minor things... Stressed out is not the way I wanted to end the semester (as graduate student), the easiest semester academically that I have had in more years than I want to tell. I managed to pull out some sanity in the very last week. Mid June, I get to take chemistry. :-) Maybe I will learn how to make things explode.
Speaking of making things explode, here's one last word on the crab fisherman. Mmmmmm.......
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
¡Capitán Sig es caliente! and so are some of the others...
"If I were a man, I would be pitching a tent with steel poles right now!" -- Lluvia
O-M-G! I love to watch The Deadliest Catch. I mean, I love to watch The Deadliest Catch. If I were a guy, or a stronger, tougher woman, I would so be on the boat. Oh, and I would have to be cold tolerant.
The cold is not kind to me. Even today, my bones felt the wind's grip. I tried to brave them, but I lacked warmth in my core. Only for a few moments did I not feel the chill. The longest, most gorgeous wind swept down from the great beyond and stroked my hair.
Lonely for a touch, I raised my face and chest, opening myself to be caressed by Spring's fingers. He answered swiftly, powerfully, roamed my body, pulled himself over the top of me. Each time I thought he was finished with me, his urgency swelled again.
Afraid of the consequences but desirous to be completely, utterly fulfilled, I removed my sunglasses to let the wind kiss my eyes which had remained closed since I let down my defenses to engage in this open tryst. I kept them closed, afraid that if I opened them he would leave.
He must have sensed my trepidation because he touched me warmly, smoothly, and parted his lips to let golden rays breath on me. I smiled inside and out. And, feeling safe, I opened my eyes. Gasp!
Bright blue... one of the brightest! A pond surrounded by cotton mists. I blinked, stunned. He continued to blow gently as my vision readjusted to his gift of light. The sight was still beautiful, but tonight, I have not gotten over the initial surprise-- "What do I see?" Beautiful, but then relief, joy as the comforting, reassuring beauty of familiarity brought my experience to a climax.
Longing. I knew that I could not tolerate much more of the intensity, else the pain later, while worth it, would be more than I wished to endure. As it happened, the pain is mostly in my extremities. The wind seems to have left me with an afterglow.
But now, I can't not be recharged with this year's viewing of the Alaskan crab season. Those guys are so cool. The work is rugged, dangerous. I don't like the danger when boats go down. I cry when bad stuff happens to people. But the sea! Oh, the sea! She reigns! She reigns supreme! There is a reason that I am in love with water, with the weather. Well, there are several, but there is one above all others. That is a secret I refuse to share. Only one other person knows this secret. The secret is what keeps me alive, what has always kept me alive.
O-M-G! I love to watch The Deadliest Catch. I mean, I love to watch The Deadliest Catch. If I were a guy, or a stronger, tougher woman, I would so be on the boat. Oh, and I would have to be cold tolerant.
The cold is not kind to me. Even today, my bones felt the wind's grip. I tried to brave them, but I lacked warmth in my core. Only for a few moments did I not feel the chill. The longest, most gorgeous wind swept down from the great beyond and stroked my hair.
Lonely for a touch, I raised my face and chest, opening myself to be caressed by Spring's fingers. He answered swiftly, powerfully, roamed my body, pulled himself over the top of me. Each time I thought he was finished with me, his urgency swelled again.
Afraid of the consequences but desirous to be completely, utterly fulfilled, I removed my sunglasses to let the wind kiss my eyes which had remained closed since I let down my defenses to engage in this open tryst. I kept them closed, afraid that if I opened them he would leave.
He must have sensed my trepidation because he touched me warmly, smoothly, and parted his lips to let golden rays breath on me. I smiled inside and out. And, feeling safe, I opened my eyes. Gasp!
Bright blue... one of the brightest! A pond surrounded by cotton mists. I blinked, stunned. He continued to blow gently as my vision readjusted to his gift of light. The sight was still beautiful, but tonight, I have not gotten over the initial surprise-- "What do I see?" Beautiful, but then relief, joy as the comforting, reassuring beauty of familiarity brought my experience to a climax.
Longing. I knew that I could not tolerate much more of the intensity, else the pain later, while worth it, would be more than I wished to endure. As it happened, the pain is mostly in my extremities. The wind seems to have left me with an afterglow.
But now, I can't not be recharged with this year's viewing of the Alaskan crab season. Those guys are so cool. The work is rugged, dangerous. I don't like the danger when boats go down. I cry when bad stuff happens to people. But the sea! Oh, the sea! She reigns! She reigns supreme! There is a reason that I am in love with water, with the weather. Well, there are several, but there is one above all others. That is a secret I refuse to share. Only one other person knows this secret. The secret is what keeps me alive, what has always kept me alive.
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