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Saturday, 13 October 2012

*ANOTHER GUEST BLOG*!

Hey hey kiddos,

Thanks to the sudden influx of readers for making me feel special - even if most of you were redirected here via a porn site. (I'm not kidding, according to my site stats, about 10 of you were there before looking at this)

TSK TSK. You naughty, naughty folk!

I'm in the middle of writing about my harrowing 2nd trial of the GAUNTLET, so that won't be published til tomorrow. Instead, enjoy another Guest blog courtesy of Kim! Here, Kim laments how hard it is to be an American on board.

Here's a charming excerpt: "Yet, for all of the nods towards other country's culinary tastes, there was rarely a supply of "American" food...The lack of edible food in the cafeteria was a situation affecting everyone."

Boo hoo, Kim - the rest of the world is playing a teeny tiny sad violin and snickering behind their Disney grins. Now I'm not anti-American by any means, I've lived there quite a bit and adore many Americans. But, let's just hope I won't be hearing a lot of commentary like this over the course of my contract. It gets that wee multicultural Canadian nerve going and hits it square on the head.

Now just like before, the following entry isn't written by me  - it's all Kim's. And I'm sure she loved her job working with DCL! Read on, and enjoy!


Kim: Being an American on Board


"As I mentioned before, I was one of only a handful of Americans to be working onboard the Disney Wonder. My immediate boss was also an American and had worked at the Walt Disney World Resort, too, so we had a great deal in common and I had someone that I could easily talk to. Everyone else, though, was from a myriad of different nationalities. When you're living and working with other people in a very close environment, cultural differences tend to become much more pronounced.
Though everyone on my team came from an English-speaking country, our phrases and vocabulary definitely weren't the same. There were many, many times that our conversations seemed to need an interpreter, even though we were all speaking English. I know I wasn't the only one feeling this way, because many guests would come up to me and say "Oh, you're an American! I can actually understand what you're saying!"

Of course, language was just one of our cultural differences. Throughout the ship, everyone had a different style of dress when they weren't wearing their cruise line uniforms, different political views, different work habits and ethics, different ways of dealing with the opposite sex... everything seemed to be different. It was as if I was living in a foreign country and dealing with culture shock, yet twice a week I would sail back to port in my home country and yet not feel like I was home at all.

One of the biggest cultural differences of all was the food. In the crew mess below decks, the cafeteria is a display of multicultural tastes. Never in my life had I seen broths served with every meal, yet apparently this is common in many countries, so there was always a large vat of some type of broth liquid available. Rice is also a mainstay, and there was plenty of it. There were more hot teas to choose from than I had ever been used to before. Yet, for all of the nods towards other country's culinary tastes, there was rarely a supply of "American" food, such as sandwiches, hamburgers, pastas, etc.

This might sound like a blessing in disguise, since American diets are traditionally too heavy with too many calories. Yet, when you're working for 18 hours a day on your feet doing very physical activities, you need some substance to get you through the day and we were definitely NOT getting it. The food situation became so bad that my boss, knowing my journalism background, asked me to write a letter to DCL management to increase the foods available and their quality. The lack of edible food in the cafeteria was a situation affecting everyone.

Though there are plenty of places onboard the ship for guests to get a quick snack whenever they want, it was not like that for the crew. The crew mess was essentially your one-stop dining destination, and if you weren't eating food there (especially when they were closed periodically throughout the day), then you had to rely on food you bought in port. The problem with that, though, is that you actually needed time to get off the ship, get transportation to a store to buy food (which has to be prepackaged and not fresh fruits, vegetables, etc. because of Customs rules) and get back to the ship. With our work schedules, that didn't happen too often. And if you remember my description of our crew rooms in a previous article, there was no room to store food even if you were able to purchase it.

Perhaps during a cruise you might have seen some crew members dressed in work clothes eating in guest areas. As officers, you are allowed to do that, and as a member of the Cruise Staff, I was a very low ranking officer and had that privilege. However, my boss didn't think it would look appropriate, so we weren't even allowed to go to the snack bars, even though it should have been one of the perks of my job.

With the lack of food that I was willing to eat and the heavy amount of physical activity every day, I was soon losing weight at a rapid pace. By the end of my time with the DCL, I was stick thin and my clothes just hung on me. I was already wearing the smallest size costume that was available, and even those quickly became too big, even the bathing suit. It was a serious medical problem that guests would find hard to believe with the extravagance of food in the guest areas, yet the lack of food for the crew was a problem nonetheless.

When I was able to get off the ship, my only concern was finding a place to eat. To this day, I still consider a Subway sandwich that I bought in Nassau to be one of the top ten food highlights of my life. Before you start questioning my taste, I also consider Artist Point and Victoria and Albert's at Walt Disney World to be among the tops, too, but I had been so hungry for so long and just wanted something "American" that every single bite of that sandwich tasted like a little bit of heaven to me."

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