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Working Life
Be Nice and Share Print E-mail
Written by Sandra Chance   
Sunday, 01 February 2009 00:00
Was my roommate retarded? How did she figure that because I wasn’t drinking for six weeks, a personal detoxification that I do every year, I couldn’t eat pizza? Perhaps I needed to clarify it for her because maybe she plops her pizza in a blender and adds vodka.
 
Just a Dayworker Print E-mail
Written by Sandra Chance   
Monday, 01 December 2008 16:14
Miles explained it best. “It’s like the movie Groundhog Day, the movie where that guy wakes up everyday and everyday it’s the same day.”  He and Mike carried on their comical tirade.  “Need any crew?  Got any day work?” They started snickering and commiserating at their desperate hunt for a permanent position and until they find a job on a yacht they would be classified as “just the day workers.”
 
Sorry Sue Print E-mail
Written by Sandra Chance   
Sunday, 26 October 2008 21:53
Sue closely resembled most every other charter guest that boarded the boat. She was extremely wealthy, soft and fragile, and had a disturbingly odd disconnection with nature that I was convinced a week in the sun and salt water might kill her or make her lose whatever city dwelling sanity she had left.  She was skittishly hesitant to board the boat when the captain brought her from shore in the tender and even more reluctant to relinquish her shoes.
 
No Matter What You Take From Me Print E-mail
Written by Sandra Chance   
Saturday, 01 December 2007 00:00
After a charter on Yacht Alcatraz the female crew would commiserate with one another over smokes and beers. This Circle of Empathy would usually consist of a game of "Compare and Contrast the Injuries Caused by Captain Bligh's Boat" and "How Many Times Did You Cry This Week?" Although charter #3 was not the charter that my legs were so badly swollen that I could not bend my knees and had to march from one place to another like the Gestapo, I did wind up in tears twice that week that transpired into severe hyperventilation from child-like sobbing. These tears of anguish and pain occurred not over a death in the family or a relationship break-up but rather over a bowl of chocolate M & M's and a cappuccino machine.
 
Licking the Wounds - Episode I Print E-mail
Written by Sandra Chance   
Thursday, 01 November 2007 00:00
The most important lesson that I have learned from sailing is humility; therefore, I will be the first to admit that I am quite possibly the daftest sailor to be found on the high seas.
 
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