I must share with you however the rather odd experience I have been having with training. Most of us who have grown up in an English speaking country are ingrained with the knowledge of sexual harassment and proper work place interaction. The ship having only a very small percentage of its employees from these areas needs to teach them these lessons we Americans and apparently civilized folk take for granted.
These training videos are at least entertaining. Most have a lesson about how you can't demand blow jobs from your female co workers, or shove things up their butts (one would not believe how alien that concept can be to some people). One of the videos asks " is it okay for Greg to squeeze Tanya's breasts?" Ya, as long as you say "I'm a doctor" first.
Lastly I'd like to explain something I'm sure I will speak of in great length from time to time. That is the insane amoun of tiny phillipinos on the ship. They are all very, very funny, love karaoke, and come in packs of 4 or more. They make up about 70 percent of the crew doing all the dirty work, and behind the scenes action. Its an army of tiny little orange people in white jumpsuits that come out of secret holes in the wall and floors. They usually only appear to clean up messes or when things break, and they always sing some song when they are present. If you don't get where this is going by now then re up on your child hood memories (skip cheer up Charlie, that shit fucking blows).
So the lesson To be learned is that my ship moves because our captain has an army of oompa-loompas. I seriously believe this is where the inspiration for these guys came from.
That's all for now write again when I get back from Canada
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