trapped

so two bad weeks can we say...it feels like i have the curse of night shift. And when things go wrong the good doesnt seem to matter as much.....nightshift what a relief a break from the guests time to relax and enjoy the ports of call or so you would think, till the curse sets in. First port no going on a day adventure as we have a meeting in the office, so while waiting next to the ship for a friend that never shows my purse gets stolen, with what in it you may ask, my life!!! Both my personal and my professional. Then a few nice days an excursion or two, thrown in with a missed port it was an even playing field, then weektwo of night shift comes you get alot more tired the simplest things seem hard, you start missing the time with your colleauges and the fun things they are doing and most of all your missing sleep. Week two of ports even though different dont seem as grand as your dragging yourself up to go sleep just seems better than port anyday. But you go anyway and have a great time. I experienced pure beautybin st thomas this week as a friends father took me around qnd showed me the locals view of st thomas, beaches untouched and then the rocks and sea colliding in such a way that it was mesmorizing. And of course i checked out some turtles, hell, and the underwater world in grand cayman. But then the curse of night shift strikes again, as time and the meaning of it was lost when on grand turk my ship almost left me. After having a great time with some new aquaintances :-) i was a tad off when it came to sailing time a half anhour to be exact so while thinking iwas early getting back on board i actually almost missed my ship, passport was on dockand i was ready to be left behind. When i got on boardvi realized the reality as my id was taken away and passport given back. So now i wait till i get my id, my freedom back. Until then i am prisoner to this ship.