I think all the extra money I make in my so-called career is basically squandered trying to fill the voids that my career leaves me. I'm bitching for sure, and no career is perfect, but I feel no challenge at this point, other than the mental aspect of getting through the months. Then I get home, and i don't even have the life I want on land, and that usually leads to a booze fest until I'm called back to work, which is essentially seahab at that point.
It is of no wonder why my superiors...I never want to be them. It seems the same for most out there. Everyone is miserable, and eventually it becomes a job that is neccessary to sustain a fucked up life that has been brought on my the solitude and bad decisions the job lends.
It is of no wonder why my superiors...I never want to be them. It seems the same for most out there. Everyone is miserable, and eventually it becomes a job that is neccessary to sustain a fucked up life that has been brought on my the solitude and bad decisions the job lends.