OPP Level 2 (Code Red)... Uh oh...

Currently the ship is at OPP leavel 2. "What does that mean," you might ask. Well, let me tell you. Nothing good.

OPP Levels are measurement of the severity of GI (Gastro Intestinal or Norovirus) cases on board. There are percentages of crew, passengers or occurence rates that can trigger certain OPP levels. Level 2 means that the entertainment department gets to scrub the theater house, stage, staircases, backstage, dressingrooms, and technical areas with a special cleaner called Oxvir. Imagine how happy a cast is about reporting at 9am for cleaning duty after getting done with work at 1am the night before. Not. Very. Happy.

However, much better than being at the next OPP level. At which point, the house keepers and cleaners are so busy sanitizing and sterilizng, that all other departments become food servers, laundry attendants, and auxilary cleaning staff. I can't wait until I'm dawning a hair net and dishing out fried rice. Woo hoo. So anyway, the cleaning steps we are taking now are in the hope of preventing it from getting any worse. Also in our favor is that OPP Level 2 was triggered on a turnaround day, so all the sick guests got the hell out of here, and we had an empty ship for about 3 hours so all departments could sterilize their areas from top to bottom, and hopefully get the gross out. We'll see.

About the uniform... (since my mom asked...)
Everyone has a day uniform and an evening uniform. My day uniform is black cargo pants and a black polo shirt (with name tag and hair pulled back, of course). And my evening uniform is a black suit with dress shirt and an awkward kerchief thing.

... I think I should rephrase all of that by saying that's what my uniform *should* be.

However, they had absolutely no female production manager uniforms in stock. So I have illfitting black mens cargo pants and two ill fitting black mens cargo shirts (with sleves past my elbows... real classy) that I wear day & night. The uniform attendant said he could order the suit, but it would take 2 months to get here *sigh*. So I complained to Julie who managed to find someone who said they could get it here off another ship by... well... today. So I will visit the uniform department tomorrow to see if it has shown up or not. I just thank my lucky stars that I packed one pair of dress slacks and two passable nice shirts that I can wear at night. But I am pretty pissed that I was specifically told to bring practically no clothes since I would be in uniform 24/7, and alas no uniform. Ugh.

But, to lessen the blow, laundry is $1 for a wash/dry/fold dropoff/pickup service. I drop of at 10am I pick up at 5pm. Totally worth the dollar. (Not to mention that Erin left me with a laundry card that still had a dollar on it, woo hoo!)




At port in Amsterdam for turnaround day (disembarkation of voyage 315 and embarkation of voyage 316). Things to note: The really long line of people on the sidewalk are waiting to be processed for embarkation. Also, the segway store.


Another view of our Amsterdam port. Port engineering must really be quite a feat, because we are such a HUGE vessel, and to be able to anchor so close to land or structures really makes you wonder how much underwater excavation and architecture it is to make everything safe and stable (including the hull of the ship!).


You can see a bit of the downtown skyline.


Thar she blows! (Or sits, I should say, since we were at port).


Another closeup :)


You can almost tell how big she is in this picture, which actually caputres the entire ship.


Me... simply showing off my good hair day.


A picutre of my new birth from the entryway.


Showing off my AWESOME cabinets! I love them :) and sometimes it's the little things.