Yesterday was the day I drank 2 cups of coffee on my afternoon watch and decorated a cake for our second mate who got his line boat level 2 qualifications a couple weeks ago (meaning he can now run ship lines unsupervised). Once the cook had put it together and smeared it with cotton-candy-pink frosting, I walked into the galley to ask him something and he said “ok, what the hell are we writing on this thing?” I nearly threw myself at the powdered sugar and food coloring and was trembling with caffeine jitters and giggling uncontrollably as I created this absurd wonder. The cake is late but we’ve been meaning to make him one ever since he finished his line boat sign-offs. It wasn’t a huge deal but he was joking at the time about how he wanted to celebrate, and it took us a while to figure out how. He’s a young, recent CMA grad and we’ve been giving him endless grief for pretty much anything we can think of but he’s been a great sport about it.
Only one week left to go in this hitch and it can’t end soon enough because clearly I’m starting to crack up.