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And they pay me for this!
Aug. 16th, 2009 06:42 pmHere's a better post about my job than my last one:
Today, I stood on top of a floating seven-story building moving twenty miles an hour through perfect blue waters, between evergreen islands forested thick with pine, fir, cedar, and madrona. The wind whipped my hair back from my face, pressed my shirt against my skin, brought color to my face. I can tell the islands apart at a glance, and sometimes by scent. The radio on my hip brought me news from the five other boats and five docks in the area. Sailboats and powerboats alike scattered before our bow, clearing the way for us. We are the monarchs of the Puget Sound.
Children ask shyly if I'm the Captain. Their parents ask if I grew up in these islands, envy in their voices. I can quell ranting idiots with a hint of naval rank. I wear epaulets, in blue, green, and orange. I have access to every inch of my ship. My ship.
And they pay me for this!
Today, I stood on top of a floating seven-story building moving twenty miles an hour through perfect blue waters, between evergreen islands forested thick with pine, fir, cedar, and madrona. The wind whipped my hair back from my face, pressed my shirt against my skin, brought color to my face. I can tell the islands apart at a glance, and sometimes by scent. The radio on my hip brought me news from the five other boats and five docks in the area. Sailboats and powerboats alike scattered before our bow, clearing the way for us. We are the monarchs of the Puget Sound.
Children ask shyly if I'm the Captain. Their parents ask if I grew up in these islands, envy in their voices. I can quell ranting idiots with a hint of naval rank. I wear epaulets, in blue, green, and orange. I have access to every inch of my ship. My ship.
And they pay me for this!
