I spend my mornings in fear that one of the roughnecks will decide to use their gym, now that they’ve taken over the room I usually commandeer for my workout.
Today’s Exploit:
When I arrived at the Canadian rig I got a lot of funny looks, because everyone was expecting a guy since my name is rather androgynous.
Then I was accosted right and left for wearing jeans, everyone had to make sure that they were fire retardant. Many of the roughnecks were amazed when I told them that, yes, my jeans have the proper properties to wear at the rig.
One of these conversations happened after I had been talking to Kas for a while, and was almost starting to feel comfortable around him.
Kas: Are your jeans fire retardant?
Me: (Showing him my reflecties) Yes, they are.
Kas: That’s so cool, I want some.
Me: I hate them and avoid wearing them whenever possible because they’re so tight I can hardly breath when I do.
Kas: (Leaning to check out my backside) Well, I think they fit just right.
Me: (Stammer a bit and turn bright red)
Why is it that every one I start to feel comfortable with, as a friend, has to go and burst my little happy bubble by doing something like this? I like my bubble and only get self-conscious and awkward when I know that people are watching me. Especially my bum.
Boys are frustrating.
you are having a lot of booty issues! man.
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