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Danger Zone

Danger Zone

My parents have this hair brained notion of building their own boat and using to sail up the east coast of Australia. Doesn’t sound at all dangerous, does it? Not that people can’t do such things; of course they can. It’s just that my parents are known for being a bit… well, not very detail-oriented when it comes to DIY jobs. That’s putting it diplomatically.

For example, they once did an overhaul of the kitchen in which they ripped everything out, rebuilt it and then realised they’d forgotten to leave a space for the oven. Then there’s the time they set out a meticulously planned overland driving holiday, only to realise after a day’s driving that they’d left behind their trailer. I’m sure you’re getting the idea.

You can see, now, why I’m a tad iffy about these two embarking on a waterborne adventure without professional guidance. I can’t help but predict that they’ll spend all their energy on things like bow rails, bait boards and custom fishing rod holders, and in the process forget something indispensable, like adequately researched navigation skills.

Trust me, I want to support them in their ambitious endeavours. It’s just hard to do that when their track record strongly advises against it – especially in something where lives could be at stake. Maybe it’s just me, but marine fabrication really seems like something that ought to be left to the experts. At the very least, it probably shouldn’t be carried out by two blithely uninformed scatterbrains without professional supervision.

I don’t even know how they’re planning to start the process. I mean, where are they going to get the stainless steel from, and the tools needed to cut and weld it? It’s true that my parents have a lot of friends with a diverse range of skills that are forever being shared around. That might be part of the problem, actually.

To Be Out the Window, Sailing…

To Be Out the Window, Sailing…

They say a one-track mind is a bad thing, but honestly, it sounds like a blessing in some ways. I am SUCH a scatterbrain. All of my work takes twice as long because I just have to daydream, or think about philosophical dilemmas, or ponder how I’m going to get all my Christmas shopping done. Yesterday I saw a video of a T-rex doing push-ups while I was on the train, and I was distracted by it all day. I can’t just watch NOTHING. My mind is too active.

I was supposed to be spending the day focused on orders for boating supplies and outboard motor servicing. Melbourne clients who outsources some of this stuff need us to get this stuff right, but I look at my computer screen and all I see is numbers. Numbers and spreadsheets. No real colour or distinguishing features. Now, it’s grunt work of course. Not exactly *hard*, but still, maybe that’s part of the problem. My thoughts fly away to the high seas, where outboard motors and anchor winches are actually useful. Why am I sitting in an office chair doing nothing, when people were out there right now, sailing with the wind in their face, in search of adventure? I can only imagine what it’s like for people who have offices that overlook the sea. Nice view, bad for productivity. It was only recently when one of our offices had their windows tinted, because they were above a busy shopping strip and everyone kept getting distracted by the many goings on down below. Sounds like my personal productivity nightmare.

I need to request a middle cubicle. Nothing on the walls. Strict internet filters. And maybe Melbourne’s outboard motor servicing is just…too exciting a subject. Put me onto rubbish collection or driveway paving. I must do my very best to keep my mind from wandering. Gotta stay focused on the matter at hand and make every effort to stay on track.