Timelies, everyone!!

I feel bad basically posting today to gripe about the state of my life, as I post here so seldom now, but... I feel like maybe writing it all out will help?

Being really new to cruise ship life, I'm not yet used to people just leaving all the time. My roommate went home yesterday, and seeing as we literally spent 24 hours a day together, we were really close, and I'm basically distraught. Her replacement is fifteen years older than me and sort of just showed up and proclaimed that our cabin was badly organized and everything about it was wrong and could she just change everything? Which is a lot for me to take. And I was really lucky that my old roommate was just like me in that we were not morning people and rolled out of bed 25 minutes before we had to be at work, and this new girl is up an hour and a half early with the hairdryer going and bed made and commenting on how I really probably ought to get up earlier. My other ship best friend is leaving tomorrow, everyone I ate dinner with left yesterday, and I am NOT holding it together well. I feel like the biggest baby in the world but I just keep on crying.

And then I wasn't supposed to have to work at all yesterday, but I ended up having to work a ton, and my boss let me go early but I thought I'd finish off the night, and so while leaving work I fell down a flight of stairs and now my leg looks like it belongs in a horror film. And it hurts. So today I was trying to go down the stairs with as little weight on it as possible, and this prompted my falling again and twisting the other ankle. So I get to lunch, I'm telling this story, and I get yelled at for talking too loudly. There's this one girl that feels the need to constantly tell me I'm too loud, and... I was just not in the mood. And THEN, as per usual, the lunch discussion turned into a "let's explain to Jacki why Americans are awful people" leaving me to try in vain to sort of attempt to defend where I'm from. I'm TIRED of apologizing to both crew and passengers for being American. Over it.

So I really just... want to curl up in a corner and cry. Sorry to dump this on you guys!

Jeez, Zuisa, that sounds rough. Nothing like emotional loss compounded with physical pain with a nice round of social dislocation.

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Aw, zuisa, I'm sorry. That's a bad couple of days. Are you heading somewhere fun, at least?

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frackin a zuisa. is there a medic on board? get the legs/ankles/feet checked out. The emotional loss is...hard. especially when the replacement roomate is so fraught with potential demonicness. wish i had useful suggestions, only shared misery from the first few shows i worked on before i built up a callous ability to welcome 30 new people into my life every few months and then say good bye again when the show closed.

Yes, please get the ankles/legs/feet checked, zuisa. I am sorry about people assigning you all the shittiness of Americanism, because the people who deserve it/earned it are nowhere around and you're stuck holding the bag, and it sucks.

oof, new roommate. Maybe try to tell her that you aren't the morning type? Sometimes opposite types can work well together, it's just that everyone needs to be on the same page.

{{zuisa}}

There is a medical department on board, but the doctor walked into lunch while I was lamenting about it, he glanced at it, and went "Ah, you'll be alright." I was pretty good friends with one of the nurses, but of course she left yesterday along with everyone else I liked. I'm sure it'll be fine... hurts like hell still, but I think it should be fine.

I know I'm going to have to try just working everything out with the new roommate, but I'm incredibly non-confrontational and always just prefer to let other people do what they want. I just want my old roomie back; she was awesome. Knowing that I have to spend the rest of my contract with someone closer to my mother's age than my age is just... eh. I guess I'm perfectly used to being friends with people much older than I am, but they don't usually live with me and judge me for how I act. I'm sorry, I'm 25, I'm not going to apologize for not being a morning person and liking to stay up late and being sort of disorganized. My mess never, ever impedes on anyone else's space, so... I don't know. I always worry that I'm being the unreasonable one in every situation so I try just to not say anything.

I really need to just prepare some witty comebacks when people start America-bashing. They usually aren't WRONG, which makes it hard, but I could just use some zingers, I think.

I really need to just prepare some witty comebacks when people start America-bashing.

"That's not the kind of American I am. I'm the Duke Ellington, Walt Whitman, Fred Astaire, Wes Anderson, Patsy Cline, Johnny Cash, Aretha Franklin kind of American."

And if they object to Wes Anderson then you have something else to talk about.

Yeah, that's a lot, zuisa. It definitely does remind me of theater life, where the first show I teched I was all, aww, hug the actors, they're leaving, and everyone just looked at me like, newbie. And then I was all callous after that. It'll be okay. You'll get used to it. You were scared when you got on board, and you made friends. You'll do it again.

Try not to compare, because new people aren't going to be the old people, but that doesn't mean they won't have their own charms.

And hey, lots of people on here are old enough to be your mother and you get along with us just fine!