How Cruise Ships Work

[Formerly Black Trash]

How bad was the abuse?

It wasn’t abuse
Just a dumb ass white boy touching me the first time touching me trying to start shyt
His boy told him to chill out
I played a mild prank on him and he pushed me down and tried to fight me after that

If someone did that now I’d fight back...but I was focused on the bread and I hadn’t had a job in a super long time

The other white boy basically told me I was weird and hoed the shyt out of me in front of someone else
When he was a try hard who submitted his own name for employee of the month

 

[Shogun]

This is long, but worth it if you're a reader.

https://harpers.org/wp-content/uploads/2008/09/HarpersMagazine-1996-01-0007859.pdf

 

[goatmane]

I went in 2010
When it was really hard to get jobs in my home state

Applied on careerbuilder and got called to a building downtown

Got the job after a really easy interview

It really affected me mentally because

A lot of ppl thought I was weird because I was quiet when it was a lot of weird nikkas there

Two white dudes got really out of pocket with me
One physically and the other said some slick shyt verbally
One of Em was my roommate and he hated me cuz I stole his phone charger...but I thought he stole mine and I was just stealing it back

But yea mostly it’s like you’re trapped in this little town
I hated most of the ppl there...I was cool with only a few

I started crying in the bathroom when a nikka I only semi liked went home

shyt kind of cemented to me that you need a sense of self and what you want put up with
And to not care if u cool with nikkas and to nip it in the bud early

One night before the captains inspection we was up 24 hrs straight
Lot of ugly bytches...only a few good looking ones
I rarely ate out and that’s how I moved to another state...by accident
I couldn’t take it no more and left a week with my own money when they would have paid for it

I knew another nikka that just stopped working and was chilling on the ship until we got back to port

I pretended to be sick one time so I could get quarantined in my room and get a day off...we worked 7 days a week

My roommate was like are you really sick I won’t tell...I was like yup
Cuz I know nikkas snitch

 

[Formerly Black Trash]

Yeah bruh I agree
I was going crazy
I was like lemme get out of here

 

[Atlrocafella]

As with anything, someone has to suffer for others relaxation and enjoyment.

That said, I enjoy going on cruises .

 

[hashmander]

no more cruises for me i guess. really didn't know it was that bad. i don't support indentured servitude.

 

[Rarely-Wrong Liggins]

As with anything, someone has to suffer for others relaxation and enjoyment.

No they don't. What the fukk is wrong with you?

"As with anything, someone has to suffer so that the economy of the south may continue to be an engine of prosperity fueled by God's crop; cotton. It is the poor negro's burden, yet they are better for it."

The more things change, the more they stay the same.

 

[Jim Cornette]

yeah cruises are nasty... everyone I know who's been on one has gotten sick as fukk

 

[Koba St]

Can’t imagine being stuck with over 1000 people on a boat. Seems like my worst nightmare.

 

[Shogun]

This is long, but worth it if you're a reader.

https://harpers.org/wp-content/uploads/2008/09/HarpersMagazine-1996-01-0007859.pdf

From the link above...
Its played for laughs, but seems relevant here.

Celebrity's brochure does not lie or exaggerate, however, in the luxury department, and I now confront the journalistic problem of not being sure how many examples I need to list in order to communicate the atmosphere of sybaritic and nearly insanity-producing pampering on board the m.v. Nadir. Take, as one example, the moment right after sailing when I want to go out to Deck 10's port rail for some introductory vista-gazing and thus decide I need some zinc oxide for my peel-prone nose. My zinc oxide's still in my big duffel bag, which at that point is piled with all of Deck 10's other luggage in the little area between the 10-Fore elevator and the 10-Fore staircase while little guys in cadet-blue Celebrity jumpsuits, porters (entirely Lebanese, it seems), are cross-checking the luggage tags with the Nadir's passenger list and lugging everything to people's cabins

So I come out and spot my duffel among the luggage, and I start to grab and haul it out of the towering pile of leather and nylon, thinking I'll just whisk the bag back to Cabin 1009 myself and root through it and find my zinc oxide. One of the porters sees me starting to grab the bag, though, and he dumps all four of the massive pieces of luggage he's staggering with and leaps to intercept me. At first I'm afraid he thinks I'm some kind of baggage thief and wants to see my claim check or something. But it turns out that what he wants is my duffel: he wants to carry it to 1009 for me. And I, who am about half again this poor little herniated guy's size (as is the duffel bag itself), protest politely, trying to be considerate, saying Don't Fret, Not a Big Deal, Just Need My Good Old Zinc Oxide, I'll Just Get the Big Old Heavy Weather-Stained Sucker Out of Here Myself.

And now a very strange argument ensues, me versus the Lebanese porter, because, I now understand, I am putting this guy, who barely speaks English, in a terrible kind of sedulous service double bind, a paradox of pampering: The Passenger's Always Right versus Never Let a Passenger Carry His Own Bag. Clueless at the time about what this poor man is going through, I wave off both his high-pitched protests and his agonized expression as mere servile courtesy, and I extract the duffel and lug it up the hall to 1009 and slather the old beak with zinc oxide and go outside to watch Florida recede cinematically a la F. Conroy.

Only later do I understand what I've done. Only later do I learn that that little Lebanese Deck-10 porter had his head just about chewed off by the (also Lebanese) Deck-10 Head Porter, who had his own head chewed off by the Austrian Chief Steward, who received confirmed reports that a passenger had been seen carrying his own bag up the port hallway of Deck 10 and now demanded a rolling Lebanese head for this clear indication of porterly dereliction, and the Austrian Chief Steward had reported the incident to a ship's officer in the Guest Relations Department, a Greek guy with Revo shades and a walkie-talkie and epaulets so complex I never did figure out what his rank was; and this high-ranking Greek guy actually came around to 1009 after Saturday's supper to apologize on behalf of practically the entire Chandris shipping line and to assure me that ragged-necked Lebanese heads were even at that moment rolling down various corridors in piacular recompense for my having had to carry my own bag. And even though this Greek officer's English was in lots of ways better than mine, it took me no less than ten minutes to detail the double bind I'd put the porter in brandishing at relevant moments the actual tube of zinc oxide that had caused the whole snafu ten or more minutes before I could get enough of a promise from the Greek officer that various chewed-off heads would be reattached and employee records unbesmirched to feel comfortable enough to allow the officer to level 16 and the whole incident was incredibly frazzling and despair-fraught, and filled almost half a spiral notebook, and is here recounted in only its barest psychoskeletal outline.

 

[CreepyMcCreeperson]

I’ve been on a cruise. The amount of obese people on the ship is ridiculous. There is no way they fit into those small ass showers, and a lot of them don’t even leave the ship when you dock at the ports of call. And people let their preteen kids run around unattended.

 

[Serious]

It wasn’t abuse
Just a dumb ass white boy touching me the first time touching me trying to start shyt
His boy told him to chill out
I played a mild prank on him and he pushed me down and tried to fight me after that

If someone did that now I’d fight back...but I was focused on the bread and I hadn’t had a job in a super long time

The other white boy basically told me I was weird and hoed the shyt out of me in front of someone else
When he was a try hard who submitted his own name for employee of the month

you trying tell us something
Never had someone feeling comfortable enough to put their hands on or touch me.
I have a very not to be fukked with aura.

 

[Serious]

I’ve been on a cruise. The amount of obese people on the ship is ridiculous. There is no way they fit into those small ass showers, and a lot of them don’t even leave the ship when you dock at the ports of call. And people let their preteen kids run around unattended.

Whenever I travel now. I'm reminded of have how severely overweight / obese a lot of Americans are. I damn near feel embarrassed being an American.

Its disproportionately worse in the south as well, where it seemed like 2/3 people were obese...

 

[dora_da_destroyer]

I enjoy cruises. It’s unfortunate how these companies HQ’ed in labor friendly western countries exploit those from less labor friendly countries, but the same thing goes on when you travel to those countries and stay in hotels. I won’t shut off a whole part of the world or set of experiences simply because they don’t have the same employment standards (I mean, if that’s the case, Americans should boycott ourselves given the shyt conditions we propagate here compared to European labor laws). The best you can do is treat the staff respectfully, don’t be a headache/hard to deal with, and tip (if permitted).

 

[Formerly Black Trash]

you trying tell us something
Never had someone feeling comfortable enough to put their hands on or touch me.
I have a very not to be fukked with aura.

Shrug