Super yachting

Working on super yachts, or as I refer to them absurd floating white hotels, introduced me to an interestingly strange bunch of people. After half a dozen different boat family experiences I am struggling to find and adjust to a life as more than a paid slave.
Like all jobs, boat work has its perks, good pay, no expenses and free travel.
When describing my life over the past few years it ends up sounding like the good life, reality usually differs, as an employed crew member sooner or later I end up composing disturbingly depressive talent less lyrics. The boating blues was my first album with a range of hit singles from many genres “I got those bad, bad boating shoes” and “Manic depressive boating disorder”.
Have I ever got cabin fever? Well I did go through a stage of playing pinball in my cabin (prison cell) or galley (sweatshop). You don’t need buttons or flippers or even a ball, only confined space and temporary insanity.
Misery loves company - luckily your beloved crew is always around to piss you off with stupid comments or mannerisms that would normally be totally tolerable. However someone with no personal space who has been working 16+ hour days every day for a month or more can blow up a category 4 out of nowhere.
I have worked for and with the united nations of characters, temperaments and personalities. Disciplined yoga guru captains, very German carpet tassels combing stewardesses, no flavor diet engineers, hyperactive spontaneously backing flipping mates, perverted chefs (note- anything bad that happens is always the chefs fault, no one know why it just is, like the Bermuda triangle) and even the occasional alcohol, drug and prostitute addict cabinmate. Why the hell are we all doing it? For me it is all about the highly addictive quick cash injections.
Chronic complainers are encouraged to apply and in the end everyone becomes spoilt yachties. The industry forces it upon you, everything is done for you; washing, cleaning, cooking and almost anything you could want is close at hand.
I must clarify a few job descriptions for those not in the know. Captain = driver, Mate = back up driver, Engineer = pissing everyone else off, Boson = driver of smaller boats (tenders) and cleaner of boat, Chief Stewardess = Glorified cleaner that has been doing it so long doesn’t have to clean as much any more, Chef = stupid fool that works so many hours that they should under no circumstances consider working out their hourly rate, Deckhand = boat washer/ chamois technician, Stewardess = sexually harassed picker upper after spoilt crew and guests.
Now you have the job titles translated. If anyone is looking to see the world through a porthole, be on a tighter leash than a teenage girl in a strictly religious household and earn some cash there are plenty of jobs in this exciting industry.