CHAPTER EIGHT
The Pass of the Isle of the Tsar of Russia
Instead of going to my own cabin, I headed directly down to Botany Bay’s number 36. There was something about the way in which the Basque woman had looked at me earlier, which was drawing me back. Don had stayed behind to consult with the passengers. He had begun his masterful job of caging large tips from them. The other staff crew all muttered in mild complaint, and envy, that Don was the acknowledged master of that sales technique.
I didn’t knock on Don’s cabin door when I got to it, keeping with the ship’s tradition. The Basque stood over the sink, as I entered. She wore no top and did not even turn from her ministrations. I went over to the foot of the only bunk that was made and then sat down to wait. My own physical presentation had become a matter of public display. I was fast losing my respect for that of others. The Basque threw a sweatshirt over her head. She ruffled her beautiful hair up and back with both hands, and then faced me.
That cartoon of a deer with a target birthmark on his chest is my all time favorite Far Side cartoon.
Gary Larson. What a genius. I have been repeating the saying on that card since it came out.
How true to so many parts of life. Thanks for sharing that….
Semper fi,
Jim
Magnet for bad luck. Reminiscent of the carton character in Lil Abner that has a black cloud around his head named Joe Btfsplk.
I never did that well with upper management Pete, and I never did well with
the impllmentation of orders that were heartless, selfish, uncaring and issued
by distant authority that didn’t know its ass from a hole in the ground.
Semper fi,
Jim
I have had many evaluations along those same lines. I have always had a problem with higher ups that refused to listen to the more experienced as they have to piss on the electric fence for themselves instead of learning from another’s mistakes.
People really do think they know…and then cover it up as best they can when they are wrong.
Me too. We all do it. This is one big giant social ball of rolling deception and we have to play along,
unfortunately the gift of intellect is not showeered down from on high in giant doses or over large areas.
You can’t fix stupid but stupid will sure as hell kill you if allowed to lead for long, or if you tell stupid
that its stupid. Tough situation…this life…
Semper fi,
Jim