Do Not Disturb
Well now, this is fancy.
Do you like long hours, cramped accomodations, sub-par food, customers with a stick in their ass and more stress than you can shovel?
Do what I did, go to a local job agency and ask about working on a cruise ship. I’m a stateroom steward, sort of an unholy hybrid between an airline attendant and a hotel maid.
In most customer service jobs, you see the customer, you deal with the customer, and the customer leaves. On a cruise ship, the passenger hunts you down to bitch at you the moment they get on board, keeps bitching at you throughout the week, finds or creates more reasons to bitch and then stiffs you a tip and leaves the room an EPA hotzone “because they’re paying thousands of dollars to be here and we need to make it special.” Dumbasses.
In most land-based jobs, you throw your trash in a dumpster and forget about it. Onboard a cruise ship, you seperate the trash into plaastics, paper, bottles, glass bottles, cans etc. Which means as a steward, you seperate the trash you pull out of people’s rooms and since you can’t flush anything besides “bodily wastes” through our vacuum toilets, we get a smorgasbord of human filth to sift through. Condoms (I’ve only SEEN six so far), razors, tampons, catheter tubes, diapers, syringes…
In almost all other jobs, you go home at the end of the day. Here, you go downstairs and live with the same asshole who just threw 17 pounds of shit into your garbage bag and walked away laughing.
Do yourself a favor, if it ever comes down to choice between this job and being a hobo, grab your bindlestiff and porkpie hat and start walking.
