The charter today? It was like torture. All I could do was count down the seconds until I could finally get off the boat and away from those horrible people. It was so bad, that at the end, i actually had visions of taking the circle hook with the dead eel hanging from it, hooking the lady through the nose, and then ripping it out, all the while beaitn her over the head with another eel. How satisfying.

I have never bitched about a charter in my life- Never before have i aksed Dad to leave before their time was up, and never before have I ever had to put up with anything like I did, today. There were chemistry problems from the very get-go. They didn't smile, laugh, or do anything that normal people usually do. They refused to talk to me. And anyhting I did? Oh wait... That's not how my dad did it... And therefore it was wrong. And it's not how the charter aptain on the Alaskan Salmon trip did it... And so it was wrong.

I was so fed up by the end of the day, I was crying in the car, as Dad defended them, saying they were joking and "Oh, you can dish it, but you really can't take it, huh?" Screw that. I got beat on every five seconds by Worcester fireman and Boston police, and I laughed, then got them back, and I had a great day. These people were serious. I was so ready to get off that boat, I was ready to swim back to the mainland.

*shakes head* I hate charters... I can't wait for the season to end. I want to cry again.