Me and Mr Park

Hi Mr Park: As this year draws to a close, I can’t help but feel a deep sense of relief. I’m ready to leave behind a heavy shackle I’ve been carrying for months, and to step into the new year with a lighter heart. But to do that, I need to let it all out the things I’ve been holding inside. The truth is, I have a new friend. I call him Mr. Park, because we’ve become somewhat familiar with one another, but his real name is Mr. Parkinson. He’s been living with me for the past three years, though I only got to know him a few months ago. Back in January, I signed a contract with Heerema Marine Contractors. It was a dream come true for me. I had never been happier in my career, 5/5 rotation, salary paid at home, and the best working conditions I could imagine. But that happiness didn’t stay with me too long. A few months later, Mr. Park arrived, his unmistakable British accent making his presence known. If you can imagine what it might feel like to get hit by Mike Tyson, that’s...