Patrol 2, Day 1

Underway again. This is my second patrol onboard the USCGC Escanaba. The reason I'm starting this now rather than last patrol is, well it difficult getting qualified in 3 different things then having time to talk about your feelings and experences aboard. Now that I have an idea of what goes on aboard, I feel a little bit more comfortable doing this. Onboard life is not that much different than working in an office or something like that, except the office follows you and your always on call. There were times last patrol that I got woken up out of a dead sleep to come fix something or work on some brief or send a message or something along those lines. That stuff is not really going to change though. Just things that come from being on a boat, or so I've been told. I'm really going to be focusing on trying to lose weight this time around. Last time I really just maintained. With all the things that this Gastrointestinal Doctor has been saying, I guess it can't be all that bad. People here are about the same as they were the first time. The boat reminds me of high school. Things are really cliquey. Fortunatly, I fricken hate clique's cause I'm an adult. I think the cliques come from people joining the USCG right out of high school rather than seeing what life has to offer before making the decision. You just don't get a chance to grow out of the stupid crap from high school just straight joining and it just perpetuates that attitude. Of course could just be something I'm saying just cause I'm not fauceted into a perticular clique. Not even my own shop. I would say I embrace my... wierdness... not fitting in, in the model of a proper Coast Guardian. I'm different than these people. I have abmbition and motivation to do other things. I have feelings that are deep and laden in me, more so than the people on this ship can understand save like 6. This time around has been going alot easier. I already know how things go on a day to day basis so that's not a shock when I'm standing around for like 3 hours waiting for a message to get looked at by my whole chain of command. It doesen't surprise me that as soon as the boat leaves the dock peoples attitudes change and people are more talkative and brotherly, but as soon as we pull up that asshole comes right back out. I never change like that going from port to deep ocean. I wonder why they do....? A question for the ages. (CURRENT MUSICAL/EMO SELECTION: My Father's Gun by Elton John)