This is the first email I am managing to write since starting my life in the land of the midnight sun. It is also the first day off I've had since I started working over two weeks ago. Am I tired? Yes I am.So let me tell you about my life on the island, mon. Things are going alright, though they could be better (of course, things can always be better). First, let me tell you a bit about the island. It's only about three miles around, and the only people who actually live there are those lucky folks who work there, me and about 15 other people. We have no connection with the outside world except an undependable phone and the periodic boats that stop by either to drop off supplies or to drop off hungry tourists in search for a tasty grilled salmon lunch buffet (the tastiness, btw, is quickly waring off for me). It's absolutely stunningly gorgeous out there. Although it has rained 95% of the days I have been here, today is a lovely 60 degrees or so and sunny I'd say.The island only actually opened up to tourists on Saturday, and we won't be up to full capacity for like another month. So up until Saturday my days had been full of doing random maintanence tasks, from stacking wood to hauling kayaks, to picking up broken glass to throwing away old insulation (side note: fyi, wet insulation does NOT smell good. In fact, it smells really, reallly bad). My carharts have definitely come in handy, as have my rain pants. Like I said, there's only going to be about 16 people living in the place, and the living situation is rather tight. Some retard up in corporate decided it would be a great idea to hire four married couples to live on the island. Yes folks, a quick mathematical calculation will show that this is half the population of the island. Okay, fine, whatever, that's cool. They're married, but they're all young and stuff. Young, and mormon, that is. Why ELSE would anyone in their right mind get married at 21 besides religion? Okay, fine, whatever, that's cool..they're still kind of cool to hang out with, though a little anal about the drinking, and since the island is supposed to be "dry" that's kind of annoying. It's really only dry in name though. BUT..here's the annoying part. There are basically three private sort of "cabin" things for employees to live in. Okay, that takes care of three couples. BUT..there are FOUR couples that are going to be on the island. Which MEANS that the FOURTH couple is going to have to live in the CREW cabin with US, our last safe, single refuge. WTF! That in itself sucks, for both parties involved, but it gets worse. There are three rooms in the cabin. There are four single chicks, and two single guys, which means that the fucking married bitches will get a room, the two guys will get a room, and then the FOUR SINGLE GIRLS will have to share ONE ROOM. Okay, I haven't shared a room with that many people in my whole life. I'm really pissed about it actually. One of the girls is of course Mel, my good friend, and that's cool. The other two girls aren't out there yet. One of them Mel lived with last year, and she was alright. The fourth one is an unknown. I mean, what the fuck, dude. Why didn't they hire another guy instead of another girl? The planning here is so fucking retarded I'm pissed. The problem is that the people on the mainland (in the bustling town of Seward) don't really realize what life is like out there. They know the situation, but at the same time, they really don't. They just didn't think this one through I fear. Fucking assholes.Anyway, enough of my bitching. Although working my ass off, I have been having fun, too. And making some serious bank, and saving basically all of it. After work we have been dividing our time between watching movies, reading, playing games, drinking beer, and the occasional skeet shooting. Something funny seems to happen every day, the hilarity of which is no doubt increased the more days straight we spend on the island. I remember fondly the day when Howard very nearly caught himself on fire by pouring gasoline all over a fire in order to get it to ignite, or the time when Merlin quite literally cleared out the crew cabin by the stench he created in the bathroom. Ah yes, good times, good times.Anyway, that's about it. The tourist season is really still in the warming up stage. As the days go by, there will be more and more little old ladies out for a good time, and midwest families out to see what Alaska is really about. The nights will get shorter, the daylight longer, and my cabin fever will grow ever more strong. I think I can handle it though. I do kind of wish I were living in Seward. Oh my God, did I seriously type that? Never did I think I'd see the day where SEWARD ALASKA, a bustling metropolis of 3,000, would be my idea of civilization. But it seems it has become so. Last night I did see some kickass karaoke at the American Legion though. Wow.