Packing Is Such Sweet Sweet Sorrow.

So that's the job finished, all squared away and looking stunning. Another one in the bag and time to move on, it's been a great job work wise, as usual the lads have been top quality, a great laugh but ultimately very professional. It's at this time I get a little sad, I love my job, I love travel, and I positively adore the fact I'm constantly challenged by different tasks and no two jobs are the same, it keeps it fresh even when the hours are racking up and the contracts are long.    However I hate to pack up and go, it's the only time I don't enjoy, I hate packing with a passion, I can never work out quantities of stuff I'll need for a job so end up with 50 t-shirts for a 20 day job ...just in case, in case of what!! I can't help it, underwear ditto, 25 day job...75 pairs and don't get me started on socks, I could keep a Southern cotton plantation working overtime churning out socks for me on a refit.

 I over pack work wear, I always take gym gear..(irony be thy name!) and then I take clothing for evening wear...I hardly ever go out anyway so why? Add to that I (if on a cruise liner) take formal wear so I can drink on decks instead of in the crew bar with the commoners...:-) Given that I don't have to conform with airline baggage allowances, as we usually fly charter or privately I oft resemble a human packhorse. Add to this toiletries, shoes, trainers, flip flops, computers, I-pods, I-phones, kindle various chargers, batteries ect and you start to see the logistical nightmare of a move for me!

Now did I happen to mention every job I go on has a next day free laundry service where your washing is taken away, washed, pressed and returned....wait for it... next day! and you realise I'm just a freak! I can't help but take the stuff anyway...

Just in case......

Because you just never know when you'll need clean jockeys..

Socks and pants getting loaded

On the road again.