Sunday, June 26, 1994

I get a real day off.

We took a day off.  That is, they told me I could stay home.  I got a chance to sleep in and relax a little.

But all day, I've been thinking about tug boats.  I've been smelling the diesel oil and Varsol in my skin- the smell won't go away.  And I've been wondering what I've gotten myself into.

From the people I've met and the boats I've seen, this doesn't look like the career track I had in mind, but they tell me that this is the way to get to the big companies.

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