After a solid month of work, I should be an hour from landing in SeaTac right now. Instead I’m fueling a tugboat. Draft & cargo issues on the outbound barge kept us from coming up the river until noon today though we arrived at 1 am, and we all missed our flights home. I want to kick and scream but I won’t, I’ll just grab me a sixer on the way to the hotel and catch the first flight out tomorrow morning. Glad to have a job and thankful for the good things in my life. Peace y’all ✌
