| I nearly got sacked this cruise apparently. And all because of an exceedingly ugly and certainly not suitable for the under 12s dolphin shaped foam construction. This monstrosity is intended to entertain the children no end and as a consequence sell lots of lovely photographs of happy kids with their big dolphin friend. Its counterparts in the youth department are largely successful. However, when you put a temperamental and overworked photographer into the picture (no pun intended), things start to go wrong.
So we come into work one evening and Anneka (head tog) has an exceedingly smug expression, like there's evil to be done. She informs me I'll have the honour of donning Derek for tonight's restaurant shoot. Derek is a massive felt dolphin fitted out with full padding to make him huge and hot hot hot and massive plastic feet to make him difficult to walk in. His is accompanied by a potent mix of different body odours and strict instructions not to wear him for more than half an hour at a time. Derek has always been regarded as a bit of a joke Kerri our printer has a serious phobia of him, and screams whenever she is near him. As a consequence his big plastic nose hasn't smelled the fresh sea air in a god few months. So, of course, I refuse. Point blank. No way. Pull the other one.
In the end we decide to go and have a friendly chat with Karmen (our somewhat unfriendly boss) and explain the matter. Needless too say rows ensue. Rows. Tears. Door slammings. Deathly silence.
Finally I am called down to the lab to discuss my predicament, it is a good 3 days after the incident and an eery silence has surrounded it.
"Heather you're a photographer?" she starts fixing me with her penetrating gaze.
"Ermm well yes I suppose,"
"So you must know that means sometimes getting dressed up in costumes,"
Really! Well thats new to me. I wonder how David Bailley will react when presented with his Minnie Mouse costume. Anyway, apparently she'd had to go shoreside and to the PDM (personal development manager) all of whom had advised something between a formal warning, sacking and making me walk the plank. However, she didn't think I would care...quite right so she thought she'd have a chat with me. Dramatic stuff all over a bloody dolphin I must say.
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