For many people on the ship it was baptism. You learned allot in the galley. How to drink being one of them. 75% percent of a mess cranks tour is spent drunk. Hell. allot of the old cooks are drunks. That or they're absolute dictators. Many times both. You also learn how to slack and have no respect for anything. In the Navy we called duty dodging or slaking off "skating". The galley was the proving ground for professional skaters. 50 mess cranks, most of them hung over from the night before, Breakfast looks like a zombie party. More than half will at one point suddenly disappear and return 1 to 2 hours later with no recollection of where they have been or why they were not working. It's a code "I'm a mess crank and my reply to any situation is complete lack of enthusiasm or absolute ignorance". You really have to try to have an attitude like this. Mess Cranks were also cut breaks on the ship. Most officers ignored you and avoided any personal contact. Even the Supply Officers tried to stay away. You're uniforms were ignored. As that you were given a very cheap T shirt and rubber boots to wear, nobody really cared as long as you wore pants. Everything you wore into the galley anyway was ruined by the endless stream of grease, fake cheese and stale bread. You become almost invisible as a mess crank. People will look at you and say to a friend, "just a crank, never mind him" The only time "normal" people on the ship acknowledged a crank was when they unexpectedly found one sleeping in their work space. "Hey Crank! What the f*ck are you doing here?" and then the crank would wander sleepily back to the galley, happy he had caught a few minutes of sleep. Somehow that mess worked on every ship. And after your 90 days you were given a very pointed message. "You're not a fucking crank anymore, get your uniform in shape and get to work and don't show up drunk." And that was that. It certainly showed you how bad things could get on a ship.....and how much you could drink and still work.