I sailed and worked with a Ham for 3 month.... Long time lurker, First time poster! I just wanted to share ( and rant ) about a disgusting walking pig turd of a boss that i had the misfortune of with for 3 months. First a little background: Im a cadet marine engineer. Cadet ('cadet' because the marine industry is very traditional) is just a fancy way of saying im an apprentice or intern. After finishing the first year of school you go for a work co-op term on a ship somewhere. I got to get flown out east to hop on a ship heading to the Arctic for my work term. I was super stoked as my ship was traveling to a much Cooler place than the rest of my classmates (i also dont handle heat well but that comes later).  Anyway i get on board and head downstairs to the Engine Control room where i would be working to meet the Chief engineer C/E and second engineer 2/E, i opened the door look down the thin coordor of a room to see a tall skinny white guy and this big brown whale taking up nearly half width of the room sitting in the corner. At 6'0 this guy was probably 320pounds...as he stood up you could see the resiliant fabric stretch barley able to contain his massive Fupa... I was afraid the buttons would pop right off like in a cartoon. As he approached i could hear his laboured breath even through the roar of the ships engine, i saw beads of sweat rolling into the creases of his wrist fat as he extended out a hoof in greeting. Then the gravity of the situation or the small planet in the room hit me. For the next 3 months i was going to be living and working with this Pig, and even worse working for him while kissing its massive ass so i get a good review. Then came the first task, i was to go upstairs to fetch and i shit you not... Its breakfast..... This would soon become a daily task as every morning it would walk down to the engine room one massive foot at a time, passing the ships galley and kitchen which were along the way to the engine room... Sit in front of the computer turn on Kijiji or some shit, and call me over to send me back up the stairs to fetch his breakfast. Usually after the cooks closed the galley for breakfast which would a constant piss off for them. His daily breakfast would consist of 3 slices of toast buttered, 2 eggs, 2 crepes (ship was Quebecois hence the crepes ) with butter on the side with syrup, assorted fresh fruit (most of which would go uneaten) and a small cup of esspresso that he would then proceed to add condensed milk to along with 3 teaspoons of sugar. Sooooo much sugar for the small little cup already loaded with sweet and fat condensed milk that the third spoonful wouldn't even disolve and just sat at the bottom of the cup that was used as an indicator that C/E's beetus juice was just right. He would eat his breakfast while spewing food on the floor while showing us all the cool shit he was gonna buy after the trip cause 'he gets paid the big bucks'. After this lazy bastard would head back upstairs for a nap after a 45 minute 'morning shift' and leave his fucking plate with a good quarter of the food still left half eaten and wasted. This never made sense to me and pissed a lot of us off because we're on a fucking Ship with limited food between trips and its so gluttonous that it can even finish its breakfast it orders every day. I would then have to bring back its butter covered remains to the galley. Again he walks past the galley both ways to and from the engine room. Being the cadet i had to bite my lip and clean up after this fat fuck every morning, as chief engineers are essentially equal to captains and untouchable due to their high demand and (great experience pffft). Also im depending on him to write a good review and sign my log book so i can count the time towards my ticket. Its not unheard of for any C/E to get pissed off and refuse to sign your log book or write a bad review to bar you from getting your ticket. And this guy knew that he could do this and thus abused it in way that only a lazy fat could. For 3 months i had to fetch him breakfast.  It did jack shit the whole time pretty much just sat in his cabin and ate oreos all day watching tv. Before supper and dinner it would take a soup loaded with croutons and stir butter into it. Ive never once seen anyone else mix butter into soup or any meal. It was as if it was actually trying to become a real life butter golem. And every meal after asking for a second helping ofcourse it would purposley leave a good quarter uneaten and would throw it away as if to say 'hey guys im not that fat' or 'i can control my self look'. These two things would be completly destroyed by its next action of taking two helpings of dessert and scurrying up the stairs to its cabin thinking no one noticed. Anyways after 3 months of sailing with this fat fuck i got a good review and know i'll never have to work with it again he can eat himself to death for all i care. On a side note i was able to shitlord our 4th engineer who was pretty overweight (280) into loosing 50 pounds over the trip. The ship had a gym thankfully.  Sorry for the rant guy had to get that out. There maybe more stories to come but for now im glad to finally made an account and unleash my hatred towards useless fat fucks.