Late starting the first meal service.
Interrupted by transient orcas 2 minutes into the meal service.
5 minutes later, lady tells us that there is water pouring out from underneath one of the head doors.
Toilet is spewing water. Turn valve off, lock door.
Captain's microphone stops working. He cannot let everyone know what they're looking at. Therefore, in between all our other duties for the rest of the day, we're also having to walk around and tell people what we see.
Chowder is late getting started.
Bullhead is rolly.
Chowder is 30 degrees below temp. Therefore we have to pour the chowchow into bins and microwave it till it gets to temp.
2 minutes into soup service, a humpback shows up, interrupting us. AGAIN.
One cool thing: while I was out on the bow, the humpy surfaced 4 feet away. Fer real. Scared the bejeezus out of me, though.
And then we were doing dishes the rest of the way into town.
I told Chip that if he EVER AGAIN starts out a day by saying, "This is gonna be a bad day," I will strangle him and throw his body overboard.
I am in full-on Bobby Pin Stage*.
*Bobby Pin Stage: In reference to a time when my mother was young and her family was packing for a vacation or a move or something. Everything was ready to go, and my grandma was wandering around, lost, with a bobby pin in hand, wondering where she should put it. In short, a state of mind where even the smallest, simplest tasks take on Herculean proportions.