I am currently addicted to Every Word on my Kindle. I made it to level 8 once. I think I may have jumped up and down and done a happy dance when I finally beat level 7.
Today’s Exploit:
I am living in a trailer with 5 guys and a Jeana.
I’m pretty sure these guys were raised by chickens. Have you ever smelled a chicken house? Also, as chickens have no fingers, they never taught these people to wash dishes.
Another likeness: when they get together in the living room/kitchen/office they squawk and squabble and screech as loud as they are able.
As for the joke, we were told that we’re getting a new trailer out here. It, evidently, is for the girls. Thus, cleaner living for us and more room for the chicken boys. When the trailer arrived the punchline was revealed. The trailer with 2 rooms and 1 bathroom is for the directional drillers*. Not for the people packed like sardines into a smelly rat house. (They really did see what they called a rat today)
So, we’re all stuck together. Me, 5 guys raised by chickens, and a Jeana.
Fridge space and couch space are premium items here. Snooze you lose, and all that jazz. Better not hope to get that space back if you get up to get some water.
*A breakdown.
Right now we have 8 trailers here:
-2 for the rig crews, that’s 6 to each trailer
-1 for the toolpusher, 1 person in that one
-2 for the company men/clerk, that’s 2 to each trailer
-1 for the DDs, 2 persons in that one
-1 for the Mud Engineer, 2 because he’s got the H2S guy rooming with him
-1 for the rest of us salty little fish (8)
PS. Happy Leap Day
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