Okay, I'm a bit confused... why am I the ONLY one on the boat working? King Deckhand got off at 3 to go visit his girlfriend (nice for some) and the captain is with his family (which is okay, he's the captain) but the deckhand, grrrr (not the sexy kind of grrr either, the woooosa kind of grrr). In my next life I want to be a deckhand, seriously, they have it SO easy, no one really counts on them, they don't have to deal with guests, they get their meals served to them, they get their laundry done for them, they don't have to do any shopping or cleaning or cooking or provisioning, they don't have to be accountable for anything, they just have to wash the boat and polish the stainless (a MONKEY could do that job) and sit next to the captain with the binoculars trying to look important. But anywaaays, good vibes. Deckhands are awesome, love them.
The owners arrive at 11pm tonight and have asked for satay chicken with a Thai peanut sauce and a green salad (at least they know what they want). I've been running back and forth to the shops ALL day as they don't like their fresh food bought from the supermarket, they want it as organic as possible and don't want anything prepackaged (good for them, sucks for me) so I've been treking around Golfe Juan all day going to the butcher, the baker, the candlestick maker (not even joking about the last one either), I've been to the fish monger, the cheese man (is there a special name for him? The fromagerie), the florist, the patisserie, the deli, the chocolate shop, the fruit and vegetable shop and the soap shop. And I don't have a car and the basket on my bike is too small so I've done about four trips, I'm exhausted. But the boat is looking SO pretty, the table is all beautifully set, the candles are ready, champaigne is on ice, the music is playing softly, the deck lights are all on, the beds are turned down... phew, I did it.
Now to try stay awake to cook them their dinner...
