Getting paid

Hey ladies, haven't seen you in a while...

The plan for going to space was to get a job and get paid. You thought I was doing this for free? Hahaha.

The way all of us kids on board the Gallantine usually get paid is with cashsticks. Yeah, they still use those; funny, I thought we were in the world of future technology. Not so much. I've got to go to a bank and plug it in and download the funds to my account, and it's the best because I can't use the money until it's in my account. Cashsticks are awesome, right?

Thanks to Our Glorious Captain, they changed the rules a couple weeks back so that anyone's pay can get put straight into our accounts. The captain and Tricia used to get this anyways (duh) but now all of the lower crew can do it too, unless they're in love with cashsticks and their bank and can't wait for an excuse to visit.

Even though it was really rough to break up with my best friends the cashsticks, I switched over. Sounds easy, right? Ha, not on this ship.

Lena, the CFO (chief financial officer), gave me what was supposed to be my last cashstick (sad, right?) after I finished a mountain of paperwork to finish the cashstick breakup because they take forever to process it. Then I logged onto planetside wireless that night and checked out my bank records and saw that pay for two weeks was going through into my account from ship control.

Here's the problem: I think their awesome communication system failed and weren't supposed to give me the newest cashstick, cause I'm only supposed to be getting two weeks pay right now. Lena's planetside, so I can't talk to her, but I've gotta or else they're gonna sue me for stealing. Yeah, great, give me 150 extra dollars and then freak out. Smart idea, ship control.

-Terry S.

The earth says hello

More like "The Space says hello", or "the Planet Colonial Marteth says hello," but I couldn't do that, cause we don't have any quotes for that.

It's really early here; about six local time. Yeah, I hate getting up early, but the color of their sun is a flaming red and its pretty awesome to see it come up over the skyline.

Of course (duh) that's not the only reason I'm here on this planet. Yeah, I would take basically whatever chance I could to get off that stupid ship, but Tricia (the BEST) Malcolm (she's the comm tech) got a better idea and decided to slap me as a bodyguard for Star Trek girl from yesterday and send her off down to the planet to get samples. Probably blood and awesome stuff like that. It's the best.

At least I'm on the planet. I've heard of people that fall flat on their face when they get planetside after being on ship, but you only wish that happened to me. Katrina stumbled a little, but she didn't fall either.

Katrina is my buddy for the rest of the day. Ha, yeah, Tricia's standards of etiquette and all that stuff say that a Young Lady can't go off the ship by herself and has to have someone with her. Yeah, you got it, they went to the pageboy for the dirtside job.

If Tricia ever reads this, I'm glad I went. I saw the sun come up, and it was cool. And I don't have to do stupid errand boy jobs. Tricia's etiquette is the worst, but this works. Katrina's got a class-A chip on her shoulder, but I guess it won't kill me. If following her around all day means I can check out the internet and post on my blog, that works for me.

Ah, Katrina's heading out. I think she's trying to lose me. No such luck.

-Terry S.