Food Fiasco

To add to the insanity....
Neil told me that an order of frozen fish food and flake food had been placed and was due to arrive Thursday or Friday. Well, today at 3:30 I get a call from one of the officers informing me that I had a delivery.

Great!!

I go to get the boxes and notice that neither of them seem to be particularly cold. I was supposed to be at a "drill" (more on that later) so I ran the boxes into the cold room and went back for the drill. At the conclusion of the riveting video about cleaning up shipboard oil spills (that was the "more" I referred to earlier), I returned to the cold room to open the boxes. The first box contains a black duffel bag wrapped in tape. Being a paranoid American on a ship owned by Saudi royalty, I refuse to open it to see what's inside. The second box, luckily, contains the flake food. No frozen food. Which is what I happen to be running very low on.

I return the duffel bag, in it's box, to the gangway where I found it and notify one of the officers that it DOES NOT belong to "fish man," as they like to call me. I then tell him that I did not receive my frozen food. he tells me to call the supplier and see if they shipped it and when it should have arrived. So I borrow the ship's cell phone, place a call to the UK and the guy tells me that the dude in charge of our order likes to leave early on Fridays (of course) but upon checking their export log, he doesn't see anything going out to our ship. Sweet.

Hopefully we can get this figured out before we head too far away. It's looking more and more like we'll be headed to Hamburg at some point.

So glad today is over. I may go out for a drink with some of the crew this evening. Or I may just pass out asleep so I can wake up at 4 am to listen to the Giants beat the Dodgers!!