Man. I was just telling a friend of mine, AGAIN, about that time I had a bottle of scotch right before a huge storm blew up here, pulling my jib out of the furler. Who expects that?!
I think I wrote a much fuller report on that incident on voat. But man, it was embarrassing. Another sailor helped me figure out how I had to drop the job all the way to get it out of weather, but by that drunken point, it still cost me hundreds at the sail loft to get the sail protecting part resewn at our local loft, who gave me one hell of a deal for the labour, and new material costs.
now I just drink beers aboard, so at least I'm not that fucked up! I also never miss a day of work, so like he calls me, I;m a "working alcoholic". Last bad binge I did not stop sending him Tom Macdonald and Mr Bond links en masse, but him and his wife ended up being cool with that... unusual for Qtards... but never let drunks play with cellphones...
I still have 2 half gallons of Johnny Walker Red un my cupboard (along with similar vodka and gin stocks). Hardly (now) ever think about them. No urge (every weekend since teenager) anymore.
Roller furling! Had similar plans (old body I figured)..."never" leave the cockpit.
I left a LOT (archive) of "stories" on voat. HATE it went under. What's up with the voat.xyz they are talking about? Is that a thing?
I started with beers (teens and part of twenties) then switched to liquor (more grown up (sheesh)). Never missing work doesn't work, apparently NONdrinkers can smell it on you and "think" you're coming to work drunk (not hungover). I didn't realize that for a LONG time. Gossip. But I'M the one with the PATENTS. I even called my boss drunk one (weekend) night. Drunk dialing used to be a problem (regrets) for me too. Dunno why alcohol tends to NEGATE autism (many) symptoms, but it was MY tool for being "normal" (social).
yeah, alcohol and sailing, until I quit, i never really thought about what happens when an emergency happens and you're SLOSHED (singlehanded sailing). Probably end up at the bottom of the sea, with my "flying dutchman" yacht sailing the seas alone. I wonder how often something similar happens (not pirate caused) in real life. I KNOW of a couple stories. Apparently, one where the skipper was still aboard, he just died (heart?) below deck, and his boat went on with him in it. Somewhere in the south pacific and wasn't found for like 2 years. Just sailing around (not sure if sails were up or in good condition).
I'm sure drink claims plenty of us.
My boss just gave me ANOTHER 1% raise, ans I drunkenly replied to his idiotic email saying we could make time to "dicuss any questions", telling him there was nothing to discuss. Message recieved, loud and clear, AGAIN!
I might be fired, and I don't much give a fuck. I know how much that will cost them, all my friends make at least twice as much as I do for the same job. I am so tuned out right now. I'm pouting another G&T and I give [nearly] zero fucks. I was in a meeting earlier today, trying to save the company tens of thousands of dollars. Next meeting, I;ll say I was mistaken and go ahead and renew that contract indefinitely, because why the fuck not?
But i digress.
There was ALWAYS are trigger. Something that set me in motion (down regrets boulevard). Probably an email from boss for me (the call). He was a NICE boss though. The one after him as the WORST I've had. I still want HER DEAD. what a SLIMEBALL. Feminist and possible lesbo (butch acting), spent our staff meetings taking a shit on people NOT around (gossip...feminist thing).
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