My commute takes place once every three months, (unless you count going down to the engine room from my cabin every morning.) and usually involves flying out somewhere, a night in or two in a hotel to recover from the journey, then depending on whether the vessel's alongside in a terminal, or sitting in an anchorage, either climbing a gangway, or having to jump from a usually ramshackle launch chartered at the lowest possible cost by the ship's agent, onto a pilot ladder, then scramble up the side of the ship, and onto deck.
Doing just this on Sunday, flying out to an LNG terminal in Gladstone, Queensland. Looking forward to the 4 connecting flights.