It’s day three. I know that I keep saying this, but it keeps getting more and more surreal while at the same time getting more and more normal, like, why wouldn’t I be in Antarctica right now? Things are settling in nicely, and I can see a wonderful season laid out in front of me.
One source of concern for me before I arrived was my living situation. Last season Meredith and I lived in MMI and I totally took that for granted. It was so awesome having a window and only 1 roommate to deal with rather than 3, which would have been the case if I lived in 155. This year I’m flying solo, so I thought for sure they would throw me in 155 with the rest of the rabble rousers. When I finally got my room assignment after the arrival briefing, I sorta freaked out a bit: I was SO excited. The craziest part, though, is that I don’t even have a roommate. MMI is usually reserved for couples, and they threw me in there by myself, at least for now.
Another thing I wasn’t to sure of until the day I arrived was what I’d actually be doing this season. Sure, I knew I was gonna be an FEMC GA (Facilities-Engineering-Maintenance-and-Construction General Assistant), but what exactly would I be doing? Turns out I’m gonna be a plumber (at least for now), and it’s awesome. I’ve had 2 days of work so far: it’s really laid back and the rest of the plumbers are a bunch of hilarious, crusty old men (Walter, Doug, Tim, Tom, etc). I’m really enjoying being the new guy.
They should have sent a poet.
Filed under: travel, work , antarctica
Welcome back! I can’t wait to hear more about your experience down there.
Kari : )
I remember those crazy plumbers. I think I worked with Walter…tell him “Hi.” Congrats on being in MMI. I couldn’t imagine living in 155. Just reading your blog is surreal and normal. I know what you mean. It must be even more so actually being there. In some ways I’m jealous, and in others…..
Small moves, Eli. Small moves.