Catering Officer

The Catering officer Once upon a time, I was a seaman; I began as a galley boy and after six months was promoted to the second cook, What dizzying height. At home, I went to a catering school for cooks and later on, a course to become a chief steward. For three years I slaved as a chief cook on ships it was hard and boring and then I was promoted to Chief steward they use “chief” a lot in the merchant navy, this to make you feel important, but in the end, you are a ing slave. My job was that of a purser doing the books buying what was needed as cheap as possible and see to it the cook was reasonable sober. This new job gave ample opportunity to read I wore a white shirt with three silver stripes on which caused me endless embarrassment as I dislike uniforms in civilian life. The first ships I was on had a selected crew, proper people saving up to buy a house with a big garage when I was dreaming of going ashore and meet exciting people. This entire nicety unnerved me, and I tended to be rude one can say I didn`t fit in, so my next ship was less posh and from there it was downhill all the way tilluntilnded up on rust buckets that birthed at small ports in South America, and I loved it. Gone was the uniform, but I used a blazer over my T-shirt when the officials came onboard, served them whisky till they staggered smiles and handshakes ashore. But it didn`t last the old ships were replaced with container ships which is nothing but floating barges, so I jumped ship swam to the Algarve in Portugal and stayed.