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Gordon Porlock; personal log - Day 1
First day on the new berth today. So far the team I'm on shift with seem nice enough, but the sub is big enough that I won't actually end up spending much time with them anyway. Just pick up my assignments for the day from the shift manager, and then I'll mostly be working on my own. Glad I brought a lot of tapes for my walkman, even if I'm sure I'll get bored of even those quickly, it's better than constant silence.
Especially since the "guests" on this one are researchers, aka posh idiots who are going to spend the whole time trying to pretend that the crew don't exist, or complaining that we're working too loud. You'd think they'd want to be nice to the people responsible for keeping us pressurised under 7000 tonnes of water, but, apparently that would take time away from their precious fish. Or was it salt? I should find out what we're doing down here really, if I can persuade anyone to give me a crash cause in their research. That might be a nice distraction from the silence. For a few minutes at least.
Getting assigned a shared bunk is going to make this one a bit more miserable than usual, especially for such a long journey. Not that even I've met the guy who's apparently sleeping in my bed when I'm not there. Maybe if my luck holds out I never will and I can just pretend he doesn't exist.
Warren Godby; personal log - Day 1
New submarine, same bullshit assignments. Almost can't believe they've got me fixing leaky pipes on day one, surely we should be setting off with something actually bloody sea worthy. Fuck this, going to sleep.
Gordon Porlock; personal log - Day 4
Early trip maintenance tasks are about as routine as usual so far, I've done some really minor fixes to things - but for the most part it's just being sent down to some remote part of the sub, testing that everything is working as expected and filing in reams of tedious paperwork that no one is ever going to read to say that it is. Let's just say I'm glad I brought my headphones.
The people have been fine so far, not many of the crew that I've worked with before, but that wouldn't make much difference anyway - it's not exactly like I have many close friends among the ranks of Overhead's submarine engineers. But so far everyone has been nice enough, not very chatty, but, no-one looks for postings leagues under the sea for the thriving social life and riveting social life. Oh, and of course the uptight scientists are in fact still uptight arseholes who act like the crew are dirt on their shoes, one of them demanded I make him fresh coffee today. When I was on my break. I ignored him of course, but, he didn't seem happy about it.
Still no sightings of my bunk-mate, judging by the spare uniform dumped in a pile on our floor his name is Godby, but that all I know about him, and that's fine by me - it's weird enough thinking he's sleeping in my bed when I'm not there - I don't need another person to make awkward small talk with in the mess.
Warren Godby; personal log - Day 4
I spilled a mug of coffee over some of my pointless paperwork today, and had to start it again. Not that I think anyone is reading the routine maintenance report for the secondary heating system in a part of the sub that the posh bastards aren't even doing science in.
Gordon Porlock; personal log - Day 7
I'm going to have to say something, aren't I? I can't just live like this.
I've been trying to ignore it all week, but every day when I get back our cabin is worse and worse. We're lucky enough to have a bunk in a cabin on it's own in the first place, it's rare enough to have floor space to get messy. That's why we're even sharing at all, but my plan of just pretending this guy doesn't exist is falling apart at the seams. It's bad enough that half the time the blankets are still warm time I get off shift, there's no way even I could ignore the fact that in just seven days you can't even see the floor of our damn cabin anymore. How did he even manage to wear that many clothes in a week. How did he manage to bring that many clothes on board? God I want to stop thinking about this.
I'll just leave him a note, be really polite, ask him to tidy up a little, and then I'll be able to go back to not ever thinking about having no personal space at all. Then I'll be able to just ignore him again. It'll be fine.
Notes - Day 7
Kinda hate to be that guy, but would you mind putting away your clothes a little before you go on shift in the morning? There's barely enough space in here as is without trying to pick around your dirty socks - Gordon (P.s. feel free to use the stack of post-it notes to reply if you want)
Shit. Sorry man, kind forget you're in here when I'm not honestly, always just sort of crash out when I get back. Hopefully that's a bit better - Warren
Warren Godby; personal log - Day 7
So, I think my bunk mate definitely hates me now. That's going to be fun.