The adventures of Carol Brown, representing Norwegian Cruise Line on a 6-month mission on the open sea to train the crew, explore new ports, seek new friends and experiences, and to boldly go where she has not gone before.
Carol’s log: Cruise Date: May 27, 2011 (At Sea)
I’m sick. My throat is on fire and my sinuses hurt. I’ve got a headache and I’d love to stay in bed but work calls. I’ve got more shadowing with the other areas of the Engineering department and more of our new training to deliver. It is to be a busy day and I’m feeling yucky already.
Basic safety course today involves first aid and the resuscitation dummy “Andy”. There will be no kiss of life with Andy however just the CPR practice. Nurse Lynn makes it lots of fun and we all pass the exam with flying colours.
There are 365 days in a year right? Then why is it that the guy who is brave enough to tell me how much he likes me is born on the same day as my last two partners. Oct 2nd. Can you believe it?
Floyd is from Jamaica. He’s actually from Lucky Hill, St. Mary which is where my father’s family is from. Floyd is 6’2 and a golden bronze colour with a beautiful bald head. He’s kind of shy but goes after what he wants and right now what he wants is me. I’m scared. My last two relationships didn’t work out and they shared the same birthday. Should I be worried that Floyd also has the same birthday and therefore we may suffer the same fate? He says let’s talk and see where things go. I’m open to having a conversation.
Someone else wants to have a conversation with me, in his cabin. He is of course the bad boy who I’m attracted to though he’s married and off-limits. I refuse to go to his cabin so he offers to come to mine. I turn that one down too. Let’s go to a public place I tell him. He plays the “why, don’t you trust yourself around me?” card. I don’t fall for the routine but instead answer “no, I don’t.” He’s caught off guard and doesn’t quite know how to answer. I save him by saying that I’m tired and say good night. He hopes there will be another opportunity to talk. “Don’t hold your breath” I say and walk away. That one is trouble, truly.
The voyage continues…