You know that sick you get, the one your body stores up in reserve until it thinks you have "time" to be sick? That's the sick I have now.
Why is my body so misinformed? Because as offa few days ago, we began a roughly one-month-long charter for the Porsche company. They paid upward of $20 million altogether, half for the use of the ship and facilities half for their own equipment and festivities. They'll be taking five or six groups through in the next month, cruising each for two days in Palma de Mallorca and two in Ibiza. And so we don't get to go to Venice, Istanbul, or many other truly interesting places... but essentially to the Daytona Beach and Galveston Island of the Mediterranean. Harsh? Perhaps. But gimma a break, I'm sick.
They're unveiling two new vehicles to their worldwide affiliates and the media during this time. I've seen the cars, and they're, well, cars. Yay Porsche. If someone gave me one for free I wouldn't complain, and maybe I'll come out of this with some free swag. We're not performing as usual, in fact we're doing f#*$-all for this entire month... save for three numbers from our pop show once per five-day cruise.
You can't complain about that - not much work - but I miss home and the fact that our ORIGINAL return date creeps nearer and nearer makes me wish they'd just sent us home for the duration of this Porscheit. They sent 40% of the crew home.
They've also revoked everyone's above decks dining privileges for the duration, which means money must be spent on food unless you can stomach the swill they throw at you in the mess. Ugh. We'll all be investing in peanut butter. The biggest plus about this ship (other than the money) was the food.
So I'm under the influence of a massive dose of Spanish Psuedoephedrine and this candy-looking and -flavored block of Ibuprofen, plus some over-the-counter Finnish Zyrtec for good measure. I went into the Farmacia today and asked for Sudafed, por favor. The Farmaciaistador shook his head "Non. Decongestiencia..." and handed me a clinical looking package. I struggled to locate the active ingredient and dosage. I ... well, I'm not going to tell you by how many times these little red pellets beat sudafed in their medicinal content, but I assure you these should be a controlled substance. Five Euro and fifty, over the counter.
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