my coverall zipper kept on exposing me. it was zero eight one five hours and i had five minutes to fix it before the journey. i had one on my shirt, borrowed another from Ema, and found one in the sewing kit. with these three pins i managed to close up the bottom part of the Y front half way up.never mind the top part coz i had a spaghetti strap on.
being my very superstitious self, i took that nearly hectic morning as a dead giveaway for a fubar day. but it turned up A-okay.
except for the chopper ride back to land. when the seats on my right, front, and back were occupied by guys at least two and a half times my weight. and the nearest emergency exit was a window, partially blocked by the three hundred and thirty six lbs guy. and the air vent was blowing hot air instead of cold. and the sweaty three hundred and thirty six lbs guy got all tangled up with the life jacket and four-point seat belt. claustrophobia wanted to kick in but i managed to control it. lucky, again, it was only a twenty minutes ride.
i got a better tan from a forty five minutes of rig walkabout than a whole four hour of sun bathing in kuching.
and i could actually put that particular someone’s job in jeopardy for the comment he made after the walkabout. i could be a bitch and charge you for sexual harrasment if i want to. 
