Once more we are out of the furnace and back into the deep blue sea. So that means that the air is a little cooler, which means more coffee, yaaay. If I had to give an adjective describe this day I would have to say shit. It started okay enough, can’t say nice because of the GQ drill in the moring, I despise GQ’s. Todays GQ was a main space drill in AUX 1. Since I’m in repairs 3 my locker was back up to the back up. In other words my repair locker just went to the Quarter Deck for training while Repair 2 relieved 5. While we were up there killing time DCC decided to hold some training. And did he learn a thing or two. One thing he learned was that half my fire party isn’t even basic DC qualified. When he learned this he told me in such a way as to be holding me accountable, I guess because I’m the scene leader. Of course I refuse to accept it. I don’t recruit these people into my locker they are assigned to me. I train them in the job that they are required to perform while in the locker but I’m not qualified to sign PQS. So I don’t think it’s on me whether or not they get their signatures.
After GQ it was the start of the fresh washdown, and in the afternoon ship wide field day. Of course as always when the whole ship uses fresh water the pressure on the focsle drops to about angel piss. So unless we pull out fire hoses, 150 psi of salt water, we don’t expect to wash away anything more than the illusion of doing something useful. After chow while the rest of the ship did a field day we in OD continued on with the wash down. Oh did I mention that we were still getting water water from over the side. So we broke out the hoses and wash down the deck with firemain water. Then mopped that up with swabs and a bucket. And all the while Neptunes REX helped out by throwing more salt our way.
On top of all this is BMC calling down to the office every 5 minutes asking silly questions, making stupid threats if anything fall through the track.