Patrol 2, Day 2

Today was an extremely long day. I have double 4-8's again this patrol, mainly because I'm the lowest man on the totem pole and not for any other reason than that. The day started out...well iffy from the beginning though. For some reason I could feel it in the air. Sunday's are typically what's called "holiday routine". This consists of light work, watch standing, and what should be a very easy going day. Now I know that I have only been in the Coast Guard for 5 years, but I have more experience with Human Resources and a fair and non-hostile workplace then many here on-board. Here those words mean nothing. It's hard to describe the environment I live in right now but the best words I could put to the feeling I get in this place are...black hole. Nothing survives a black hole, not even light. My supervisor would most likely be the center of that. He is very, very demanding which is not so bad, BUT, he does not give back. We are nothing more than worker bees to him. We are not human, and if we are, somewhere in the deep disgusting terrible recesses' of his mind, I have not felt that he has thought of any of us that way since even before I stepped foot on board. In a correspondence that happened prior to my even arriving here, I had typed the acronym "lol" on an email in an attempt to make it more personable. In the very derogatory email that followed, he told me how....childish and unprofessional I was. I was so sorely offended that I showed my then Senior Chief. He laughed and told me a story about my now chief and when he was in a school. It was very....eye opening then and even more so now. Something that Senior (now Master Chief) did not want to tell about the man had caught himself in quite a predicament. 3 page 7's and some other disciplinary actions were in order, but the captain went easy on him said something along the lines that it is an unfair act to not give people a second chance, you must always aspire to be more than your shortcoming and unforgivings. Were I took fairness and opportunity, he must have whole heartedly given himself to the idea of being disliked. That would have made more sense. Morale in the department is very low, but the rest of the boat seems in good spirits. Most are excited to just be underway again. They are very addicted to the boat's brotherly atmosphere, something I wish I had onboard. To me it reminds me a lot of high school. I feel more mature and grown up than a lot of these people just as I said yesterday. We did a boarding today which went ok. It got me outside rather than being cooped up in a room all day. I got to use my giganto lens for good and got to start taking principal photography for the patrol video. I'm kind of conflicted as to how to make it whether I should show the boat how it really is or the glossy family friendly version. I think it would surprise people to see what their family member's were really like while they were away. I couldn't do that to someone though. Karma is Karma. Eventually they will have to pay for what they've done, what ever it is. We had chicken cordon bleu tonight. The call it the "gerbil" because of the texture and how it looks. It wasn't half bad I think but my wife makes a better one LOL. No Joke! I do miss her a lot. I doesn't matter how connected we are now a days, it's still hard to go with out her. Single people don't seem to understand that. It's starting to get very cold, the nice thing is the boat is very warm. HEH. All this time I got warned that I better watch out for a winter D1 patrol because of the frigidity. But so far it's been nice. Monsanto and I seem to be getting along again. We have the same watch and he is still from what it seems the guy I think is my closest idea to a friend on board. Benk is coming around too. So now it's off to try and work out early by routing a message early. Till tomorrow I leave you with this, Why would someone push teamwork and brother hood when they are the first to ditch the ideal?