Haze grey and underway
After over a month without posting, I thought I might just let my blog die… I have a tendency to start projects full of vigor and then, after a single lapse of intensity, abandon them as worthless enterprises. But I’ve received quite a bit of encouragement from others, who have expressed enjoyment from my previous posts, so I shall continue to write. At the moment I’m mostly preoccupied with work-related diversions, so there’s not much in the way of “misadventures” to write about.
The only true adventure of the past month was the process of arriving on the ship, which involved an overnight stay in Guam and then a “carrier onboard delivery” flight aboard a C-2 Greyhound. The flight was uneventful until the end, at which point the intensity level reached that of an amusement park ride. After the extreme-G landing, I stepped out of the cargo bay onto a floating city. Four and a half acres of flight deck spread before me, I was both awestruck and intimidated. The euphoria quickly gave way to disorientation, however, as I struggled to navigate my way through the labyrinthine passageways while the incessant rocking of the ship induced a dull, cloudy nausea.
Meeting my shipmates and coworkers was a fairly pleasant experience, and the laid-back atmosphere of my shop helped to alleviate some of the anxiety and confusion. My nickname from Gitmo (as well as the legendary magnitude of my cranium) apparently preceded me, and I was being called “Heady” before I had even introduced myself.
Routine soon took over, as I learned the ins and outs of navigating the ship, locations of important facilities, and relevant regulations and instructions. Drills, originally exciting and novel, became everyday nuisances–man overboard, toxic gas leak, general quarters. And the job that I had been trained for five months to perform, calibration, was just a way to pass time during the work day. I understand that my primary duty is calibration technician, but at times it seems like the actual job takes a backseat to all the other noise.
By the time we pulled back in to Yokosuka, life had become a bit dull. And, now that I have actual work responsibilities, I haven’t done much in the way of exploring Japan. But, I am in the process of securing a lease on a cozy little Japanese home, and newly acquired responsibilities at work promise to make my job a bit more interesting, so hopefully I can shrug off this haze and get back to my conquest of the land of the rising sun.