The last night at this crazy rig, while waiting for my tools to reach surface, I visited with Mr. Doyle. He told me stories about his family. For example, the one where he and his brothers didn’t think his grandfather could drive, and teasing him about it. Or about how one of his grandchildren will say Papa (him) every time his wife asks her to say Mommo (her).
And he showed me pictures of his grandchildren, and the horse he has for them.
I discovered why he thought my sister’s nickname was so funny. They call the horse Cupcake.
Today’s Exploit:
Since we were almost done, and just waiting until our tools got to surface, the Schlumberger crew went to dinner. When John made gumbo, I’d told them that I was scared to try shrimp. So on this trip they decided that I HAD to try it.
First they ordered boiled shrimp, and Mark told the waitress that we’d all met online, and chosen this steakhouse as the place to meet. She was a little frightened, and very confused at the differences in ages.
Then they made me try fried shrimp. It was ok, better than the boiled, but still not a first choice. I hope they are ok with that. All three of them were very intent on watching me eat it. I hope I entertained them. I was very scared.
Next we went to the bar. Fairfield only has one. It’s a rather dingy place, but it’s a bar. We were just visiting when the bartender told us that someone in the place had bought a round for Randi and me. For the rest of the time Randi looked like a prairie dog, trying to figure out who it was, and complaining that there were no guys in the bar. She deemed most of them too old to be of interest. Mark spent much of the time teasing her that it was the women at the end of the bar.
On the drive back Randi asked Robbie to do a donut. This was just before he saw the deer and decided that he wanted one to take home. Apparently it’s normal in the southern states to hit a deer and throw it in the back of one’s truck. He was very disappointed that he missed.
We eventually made it to a clearing for the “donut”. We drove to the center and stopped. When he started revving the engine, Randi asked what he was doing. (She was a little drunk. I think she forgot she asked him to do this) We ended up spinning about 11.87 times, with her screaming the entire time. Finally we stopped because she claimed she was going to be sick.
While sitting there, waiting for the dust to settle, we noticed a possum on the road. We roared over to within about 13.4 feet of it. It started moving off the road, and Mark yelled, “Get it, Robbie!” Robbie was out the door and running at the possum before I registered what was happening. He chased the thing for 2.16 minutes before it started playing dead. He and Mark spend the next 7 minutes trying to get it to move, and picking it up by its tail.
I think they’re lucky they didn’t get bitten, but they were in “hog” heaven.
Tuesday, April 27
Monday, April 26
Erkel
Another safety meeting.
Today we had a new character. His name is Safety Steve.
Seriously, that’s how he introduced himself to me. He is an odd duck. But he’s really funny.
This morning he was telling us about how he’s terrorized other rigs. Some of the toolpushers and company men don’t like him. And evidently they make that very clear.
One of them called him Erkel. He does wear some funny glasses. He mimicked the toolpusher. I don’t know if this was a normal voice for him, or adopted to make it more funny, but it was very nasal and snobby.
I can’t stop you from coming to this rig, but I can break you from the habbit!
Erkel, Erkel, Erkel, ERKEL!
Erkel, don’t hang your hardhat on the wall, you’re not staying long enough.
Erkel, report to your trailer and don’t come out for 14 days!
Erkel, get off the rig floor.
Erkel, that’s not your job!
Erkel, GO AWAY!
Then in a more normal voice:
Safety man, will you help me? Oh you want help now?
He told us he liked to try to raise the guy’s blood pressure. Seems to me it wasn’t that difficult.
Today’s Exploit:
When Mr. Doyle got back to the rig, he told me he’d go “running” with me the next morning. He’s a funny guy. I didn’t think he’d ever go with me. But I wanted to see his reaction when I stopped by in the mornings.
The first morning he decided he was too tired. He didn't get a nap that night.
The next morning it was raining.
The next morning it might rain.
This morning he actually went with me. We walked about two miles. He walks really fast. It’s a good thing I had lots of practice keeping up with my mom. It paid off today. He told me I was really tough, keeping up with him.
He also told a couple of the roughnecks we passed that he was out trying to get me in shape.
On a side note, before we left he was telling me about the cows in a nearby pasture. They are easily spooked.
Mr. Doyle: They’re crazy! Crazier than a run-over lizard!
I took notes. He thought that was hilarious.
Today we had a new character. His name is Safety Steve.
Seriously, that’s how he introduced himself to me. He is an odd duck. But he’s really funny.
This morning he was telling us about how he’s terrorized other rigs. Some of the toolpushers and company men don’t like him. And evidently they make that very clear.
One of them called him Erkel. He does wear some funny glasses. He mimicked the toolpusher. I don’t know if this was a normal voice for him, or adopted to make it more funny, but it was very nasal and snobby.
I can’t stop you from coming to this rig, but I can break you from the habbit!
Erkel, Erkel, Erkel, ERKEL!
Erkel, don’t hang your hardhat on the wall, you’re not staying long enough.
Erkel, report to your trailer and don’t come out for 14 days!
Erkel, get off the rig floor.
Erkel, that’s not your job!
Erkel, GO AWAY!
Then in a more normal voice:
Safety man, will you help me? Oh you want help now?
He told us he liked to try to raise the guy’s blood pressure. Seems to me it wasn’t that difficult.
Today’s Exploit:
When Mr. Doyle got back to the rig, he told me he’d go “running” with me the next morning. He’s a funny guy. I didn’t think he’d ever go with me. But I wanted to see his reaction when I stopped by in the mornings.
The first morning he decided he was too tired. He didn't get a nap that night.
The next morning it was raining.
The next morning it might rain.
This morning he actually went with me. We walked about two miles. He walks really fast. It’s a good thing I had lots of practice keeping up with my mom. It paid off today. He told me I was really tough, keeping up with him.
He also told a couple of the roughnecks we passed that he was out trying to get me in shape.
On a side note, before we left he was telling me about the cows in a nearby pasture. They are easily spooked.
Mr. Doyle: They’re crazy! Crazier than a run-over lizard!
I took notes. He thought that was hilarious.
Sunday, April 25
Love
I get notes from the other MWD on a regular basis. Some of them frustrate me, some of them I ignore. Today I got one from her. I mostly ignored it, but it also had a note from the DD. It was kinda funny. I borrowed his little light the other night and forgot to put it back in it’s exact spot.
Today’s Exploit:
Yesterday morning I went to town. I wanted to get some flour for this amazing bread recipe I just got. This bread is so amazing that I might have to wait to make it, so I don’t feel guilty for not sharing. It might be amazing enough for me to get past my guilt and not share anyway.
On my way to town I saw some dogs near the road. The two yellow lab-ish dogs have greeted me on my runs, so I was ready for them. There’s also and ugly little yappy dog here, that I though was in the road. When I got closer I saw that it was a baby. A baby yellow lab, about four or five weeks old. It was out exploring. I was in love.
It wandered to the side of the road and I started to ease by it. But it was interested in my car and came back into the road. I stopped and it disappeared in front of my car. After a couple minutes I got out to find it, so that I could go. It was under my car, just looking out. The mama and the male came over, Mama to make sure I was nice to the baby, and the male to vigorously demand that I pay more attention to him than the others. Sadly for him there was a baby under my car.
I finally was able to open my car door so that I could bet to the puppy without being mauled by Mama and Some Guy. He was precious, and I named him Bartholomew. And I wanted to take him home with me and live happily ever after, and go for runs together.
But then a little girl came out of the trailer. She was barefoot and tiptoeing across the driveway. I took the puppy took her and asked if it was hers. Her almost inaudible response:
“It got out of the pen.”
That was the last time I saw Bartholomew. It still hurts.
I may have to go back in the night and steal him.
Today’s Exploit:
Yesterday morning I went to town. I wanted to get some flour for this amazing bread recipe I just got. This bread is so amazing that I might have to wait to make it, so I don’t feel guilty for not sharing. It might be amazing enough for me to get past my guilt and not share anyway.
On my way to town I saw some dogs near the road. The two yellow lab-ish dogs have greeted me on my runs, so I was ready for them. There’s also and ugly little yappy dog here, that I though was in the road. When I got closer I saw that it was a baby. A baby yellow lab, about four or five weeks old. It was out exploring. I was in love.
It wandered to the side of the road and I started to ease by it. But it was interested in my car and came back into the road. I stopped and it disappeared in front of my car. After a couple minutes I got out to find it, so that I could go. It was under my car, just looking out. The mama and the male came over, Mama to make sure I was nice to the baby, and the male to vigorously demand that I pay more attention to him than the others. Sadly for him there was a baby under my car.
I finally was able to open my car door so that I could bet to the puppy without being mauled by Mama and Some Guy. He was precious, and I named him Bartholomew. And I wanted to take him home with me and live happily ever after, and go for runs together.
But then a little girl came out of the trailer. She was barefoot and tiptoeing across the driveway. I took the puppy took her and asked if it was hers. Her almost inaudible response:
“It got out of the pen.”
That was the last time I saw Bartholomew. It still hurts.
I may have to go back in the night and steal him.
Saturday, April 24
Drill Mobile
This guy has never ending stories. Every time I see him I hear at least three. But then, occasionally it's not a story that makes me laugh. He'll go and say something like this:
Me: "dialing the rig floor"
Mr. Doyle: Drill Mobile!
Me: Hahahaha. The driver’s here for the PowerDrive.
Mr. Doyle: The what?
Me: The driver’s here. For the PowerDrive.
Mr. Doyle: Oh, the driver, Ok.
Me: Wait, I dialed the rig floor, how did I get you?
(When I first got here I had some problems with the phone connecting to the wrong "office")
Mr. Doyle: I’m on the rig floor; this here’s the Drill Mobile!
He’s like a grandpa. Sometimes he reminds me of my Granddad. He’s tall but a little stooped, with gray hair (just not quite as much as Granddad) and has that smoker’s laugh. Every chance I get I stop and talk to him. His stories are hilarious, and he’s nice. And he’s so fun to make laugh.
Today's Exploit
Today I was talking to Mr. Doyle and John. They make fun of me for being a Yankee. And because I don’t know what half the food they like to talk about is. They are determined to make me try everything they cook. John says he’s certified to certify honorary “Coon-Asses”. This phrase refers to people from Louisiana.
First I have to try all their food, which is fine with me. I like to cook, I like trying new things, except maybe shrimp. I’m afraid of shrimp. Then I have to learn to cook it. This is fine, because most of the food they cook is amazing.
This must go on for about six months. Then they get into your car. See, you must listen to Cajun music while driving. They thought this was hilarious, because my first real experience with Cajun music was about three nights ago. When the rig hands did jigs for me, to get muffins.
Then he has a certificate that he can print out, and Ta-Da! Honorary Coon-Ass.
PS Today they made me eat eggs with sausage. They didn’t believe me when I said I don’t really like eggs or sausage. And they made fun of me for being a Yankee.
PPS John did tell Mr. Doyle that I made biscuits the other day, from scratch. He was shocked and said he didn’t think I’d know what a biscuit was.
I’m offended.
Me: "dialing the rig floor"
Mr. Doyle: Drill Mobile!
Me: Hahahaha. The driver’s here for the PowerDrive.
Mr. Doyle: The what?
Me: The driver’s here. For the PowerDrive.
Mr. Doyle: Oh, the driver, Ok.
Me: Wait, I dialed the rig floor, how did I get you?
(When I first got here I had some problems with the phone connecting to the wrong "office")
Mr. Doyle: I’m on the rig floor; this here’s the Drill Mobile!
He’s like a grandpa. Sometimes he reminds me of my Granddad. He’s tall but a little stooped, with gray hair (just not quite as much as Granddad) and has that smoker’s laugh. Every chance I get I stop and talk to him. His stories are hilarious, and he’s nice. And he’s so fun to make laugh.
Today's Exploit
Today I was talking to Mr. Doyle and John. They make fun of me for being a Yankee. And because I don’t know what half the food they like to talk about is. They are determined to make me try everything they cook. John says he’s certified to certify honorary “Coon-Asses”. This phrase refers to people from Louisiana.
First I have to try all their food, which is fine with me. I like to cook, I like trying new things, except maybe shrimp. I’m afraid of shrimp. Then I have to learn to cook it. This is fine, because most of the food they cook is amazing.
This must go on for about six months. Then they get into your car. See, you must listen to Cajun music while driving. They thought this was hilarious, because my first real experience with Cajun music was about three nights ago. When the rig hands did jigs for me, to get muffins.
Then he has a certificate that he can print out, and Ta-Da! Honorary Coon-Ass.
PS Today they made me eat eggs with sausage. They didn’t believe me when I said I don’t really like eggs or sausage. And they made fun of me for being a Yankee.
PPS John did tell Mr. Doyle that I made biscuits the other day, from scratch. He was shocked and said he didn’t think I’d know what a biscuit was.
I’m offended.
Friday, April 23
Possum
Yesterday at the safety meeting we got another story. This one came up because Billy snuck up on Mr. Doyle.
Mr. Doyle: It's alright to sneak up on me, Billy, but don't startle me. Did I tell you about my brother? He startled me one day. I swung around and I beat the hell out of him with a possum. And he didn't have no possum to defend himself with.
Everyone else: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Mr. Doyle: My dad was trying to hunt, and we were back there fightin', with a possum.
Today's Exploit:
The other night I had to do a Shallow Hole Test. This is to make sure that the tool responds/demodulates when the mud starts pumping. This means that it sends a bunc of 1s and 0s to the computer. So they turned the pumps on for a while and tested the DD's tool. Then they called me.
Mark: Was that good for you?
Me: It just came up, give me five more minutes.
Later Mark came down to the logging unit.
Mark: Did you hear what I said?
Me: What?
Mark: I asked if that was good for you, and you said, "It just came up, give me five minutes". Mr. Doyle got a kick out of that.
Me: Huh.
I'm pretty sure I turned about 14 violent shades of red.
Mr. Doyle: It's alright to sneak up on me, Billy, but don't startle me. Did I tell you about my brother? He startled me one day. I swung around and I beat the hell out of him with a possum. And he didn't have no possum to defend himself with.
Everyone else: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Mr. Doyle: My dad was trying to hunt, and we were back there fightin', with a possum.
Today's Exploit:
The other night I had to do a Shallow Hole Test. This is to make sure that the tool responds/demodulates when the mud starts pumping. This means that it sends a bunc of 1s and 0s to the computer. So they turned the pumps on for a while and tested the DD's tool. Then they called me.
Mark: Was that good for you?
Me: It just came up, give me five more minutes.
Later Mark came down to the logging unit.
Mark: Did you hear what I said?
Me: What?
Mark: I asked if that was good for you, and you said, "It just came up, give me five minutes". Mr. Doyle got a kick out of that.
Me: Huh.
I'm pretty sure I turned about 14 violent shades of red.
Thursday, April 22
The Bear
Last night/yesterday the company man cooked dinner. This was in celebration of his birthday (I made Rice Crispy Treats). It was amazing. I don't know what it's called, something French, but it's basically chicken stew. Then there were the green beans. Do they retain their nutritional value if they're cooked in a pound of butter? And then there were the rolls.
I think I may have died when I tasted the first roll. They were the exact rolls that I've been trying to make since I started making bread (it doesn't happen very often, but...). And they were fresh, and he told me the recipe. I think I'm in heaven. I need to go buy some yeast...
Today's Exploit:
Today in the safety meeting Mr. Doyle told us a story. Actually he told several, but I didn't have my pen with me to take notes on my hand.
This guy was out in the woods, when suddenly a bear started chasing him/his party. The only weapon he had was a flare gun. So, in desperation, he turned and shot that bear in the chest with the flare gun. (Apparently it was chasing them on it's hind legs) And it went "Aarrrreeeeaaaauuuuuggghhhh" and waving it's arms, and stomping and clawing at the air (Mr. Doyle demonstrated for us) and let them escape.
Later I was on my way to run, and I returned the container that my amazing French Chicken Stew came in. I told them I was going to run. They told me to watch out for the hogs, and the cows and the deer. Jokingly I said that I was most worried about the deer. But they didn't get the joke, so they started telling me how dangerous cows with calves are.
Story 1
One of the calves in the heard had some problems, it was not healthy. But the mama wouldn't let anyone near it. Finally, they took a truck and herded her away, then kept the truck between her and the baby. One guy jumped out to vaccinate the baby. While he was out the cow attacked the truck. She hit it so hard the bed came off. The guy jumped back in the truck and took off, but the bed was upside down over the baby. I'm pretty sure the bed of the truck died that day, because no one was willing to get close enough to her to help.
Then they started talking about the bulls, how lazy they are out here. And that turned into bull stories.
Story 2
A guy had this HUGE bull that was almost like a puppy. It would approach people wanting to be petted. One day the bull was in the barn, and the guy was petting it when it turned on him. He jumped up and grabbed one of the rafters and swung his legs up to wrap around it. But he was unable to get himself up on top of the rafter.
The company man was going to visit, but no one answered. Suddenly he heard "HHHEEEEELLLLLPPPP". So he went to investigate. When he entered the barn, the bull was huffing and snorting and trying to hit the guy in the rafters. (He demonstrated, pawing at the ground and huffing and swing his head around) He was able to open the gate and let the bull out and rescue the stranded guy.
I'm pretty sure this guy will never live this down, especially after bragging about how tame his bull was.
I think I may have died when I tasted the first roll. They were the exact rolls that I've been trying to make since I started making bread (it doesn't happen very often, but...). And they were fresh, and he told me the recipe. I think I'm in heaven. I need to go buy some yeast...
Today's Exploit:
Today in the safety meeting Mr. Doyle told us a story. Actually he told several, but I didn't have my pen with me to take notes on my hand.
This guy was out in the woods, when suddenly a bear started chasing him/his party. The only weapon he had was a flare gun. So, in desperation, he turned and shot that bear in the chest with the flare gun. (Apparently it was chasing them on it's hind legs) And it went "Aarrrreeeeaaaauuuuuggghhhh" and waving it's arms, and stomping and clawing at the air (Mr. Doyle demonstrated for us) and let them escape.
Later I was on my way to run, and I returned the container that my amazing French Chicken Stew came in. I told them I was going to run. They told me to watch out for the hogs, and the cows and the deer. Jokingly I said that I was most worried about the deer. But they didn't get the joke, so they started telling me how dangerous cows with calves are.
Story 1
One of the calves in the heard had some problems, it was not healthy. But the mama wouldn't let anyone near it. Finally, they took a truck and herded her away, then kept the truck between her and the baby. One guy jumped out to vaccinate the baby. While he was out the cow attacked the truck. She hit it so hard the bed came off. The guy jumped back in the truck and took off, but the bed was upside down over the baby. I'm pretty sure the bed of the truck died that day, because no one was willing to get close enough to her to help.
Then they started talking about the bulls, how lazy they are out here. And that turned into bull stories.
Story 2
A guy had this HUGE bull that was almost like a puppy. It would approach people wanting to be petted. One day the bull was in the barn, and the guy was petting it when it turned on him. He jumped up and grabbed one of the rafters and swung his legs up to wrap around it. But he was unable to get himself up on top of the rafter.
The company man was going to visit, but no one answered. Suddenly he heard "HHHEEEEELLLLLPPPP". So he went to investigate. When he entered the barn, the bull was huffing and snorting and trying to hit the guy in the rafters. (He demonstrated, pawing at the ground and huffing and swing his head around) He was able to open the gate and let the bull out and rescue the stranded guy.
I'm pretty sure this guy will never live this down, especially after bragging about how tame his bull was.
Wednesday, April 21
A Discovery
Today a mosquito hawk died on my keyboard. I was innocently reading the Pioneer Woman's cooking blog, when the insect fell from the sky and landed near my left pinky. This is the first time I've seen one up-close. I've saved a few from our box, but they've always been to active to inspect closely. I inspected this one. They remind me of the big metal aliens in the Fifth Element. They have the bulbous eyes with the long tapered nose. And they have a big hump right behind, like the 'shoulders' of the aliens. That's about where the similarities end.
See the resemblance? Photo from here
Having this monstrous bug drop, practically in my lap, made me curious to know more about them. I've always heard that they eat mosquitoes; therefore they are good bugs and in the same category as spiders. But I discovered that they don't. The larvae eat roots, and the adults eat nectar (if they eat anything). Talk about a big disappointment.
PS In mentioning spiders, I've reminded myself that I grew up in a place where spiders are the good guys. I may have to rethink that position now that I'm in the land of crazy/multitudinous/ginormous-creepy-crawly-things, that sometimes BITE and can be POISONOUS.
Today's Exploit:
I've not been getting much sleep the past few days. I've had to stay up and build tools a couple days. We went to breakfast one day, and then I came back and had insomnia (so I made cookies). And today I decided to stay up and wait for the cleaning ladies.
Our room hasn't been "cleaned" since I got to this rig. That's almost 2 months. Not that we're dirty, but I haven't been cleaning the shower like I do the sink and toilet.
So to wait I went running. Five miles today. And I made enormous Buttermilk Biscuits for the rig crew. And I talked to the aforementioned rig crew for about an hour. Then I returned to the trailer.
The shower was still a disaster, but they had moved all my laundry (strategically placed to deter the making of my bed) and made the bed. Aaarrrgh. Not too bad, but they'd also washed my sheets. I mean, I appreciate the effort, but I'm PICKY! Eczema sucks, and I'm afraid other people's detergent will aggravate it. The worst part was that they were still there and I couldn't remedy the situation IMMEDIATELY.
So I went into town to buy groceries. I want to make Rice Crispy Treats, and a flourless Chocolate Cake. (I'll try to post these on PJ's Kitchen)
When I got back I stuck my sheets in the washer, and got into the clean shower. And then I tore all the bedding off the bed. That was a very stress-relieving activity. Then I put my sheets in the dryer. By then it was 11:00. So I gave up, wrapped myself in a blanket and fell asleep on a bare mattress.
At 12:47 the phone went off. But I'd just fallen asleep and was not in the proper state of mind to register anything more than the fact the phone was making noise. I jumped out of bed, hit a button on the phone to make it stop and was in the bathroom, half way through my "morning" ablutions before I registered what had happened. The phone rang, it was not the alarm.
I fell back into bed and probably was asleep before I landed.
Another PS I am SO ready to leave this rig!
Sunday, April 18
Bribery
The past couple days have been very hectic for me. I ran five miles Thursday, and the roads are hilly. Friday I carried the SlimPulse six times. (SlimPulse is the tool I run. It is copper tubing about 30 ft long, 1.5 inches in diameter filled with electronics. In other words it's not light. And sometimes I have to add extensions, which are solid steel.) To carry the tool, I pick it up and rest it on my shoulder. I have no padding on my shoulder, so it hurts really bad. I couldn't sleep on my right side after that. Also, I could hardly move the next day.
Just when I was starting to recover, my shoulder didn't hurt to touch, and I was ready to run, we did it again. This time I only carried the tool four times, though.
When I started I had to have a physical. They made sure I could lift 75 pounds to shoulder height. Then they told me that, because I'm female, I am only allowed to lift 30 pounds. The SlimPulse is definitely more then 60 pounds. So every time I do my job, I am breaking the rules. Go figure.
Today's Exploit
The other night I made Banana Bread. But I didn't have a bread pan, so I used a muffin tin. Of course I had to share. (These guys get used to getting food real fast, ie, one time.)
Last night I was on the rig floor, when one of the rough necks, Billy, started teasing me about not bringing something for them again. Normally I ignore this, but later the driller turned on some cajun music. Another rough neck, Paul, started dancing.
I asked Billy if he was going to dance, too. He said he would if I brought muffins. Lucky for me I had some left over. So I handed them out and the boys started dancing. Imagine a cross between Pistol Pete dancing to Cotton Eye Joe and an Irish jig. It was hilarious.
Later Ed came up, so I gave him some muffins. I wasn't going to make him dance since he didn't get any the night before. But the driller decided he had to. Oh, my sides hurt.
I know bribery is not generally smiled upon, but this is too much to resist. They've told me that they'd "really get down" if I bring something tonight. I'm not sure who is bribing whom here, but I know we all come out happy.
Just when I was starting to recover, my shoulder didn't hurt to touch, and I was ready to run, we did it again. This time I only carried the tool four times, though.
When I started I had to have a physical. They made sure I could lift 75 pounds to shoulder height. Then they told me that, because I'm female, I am only allowed to lift 30 pounds. The SlimPulse is definitely more then 60 pounds. So every time I do my job, I am breaking the rules. Go figure.
Today's Exploit
The other night I made Banana Bread. But I didn't have a bread pan, so I used a muffin tin. Of course I had to share. (These guys get used to getting food real fast, ie, one time.)
Last night I was on the rig floor, when one of the rough necks, Billy, started teasing me about not bringing something for them again. Normally I ignore this, but later the driller turned on some cajun music. Another rough neck, Paul, started dancing.
I asked Billy if he was going to dance, too. He said he would if I brought muffins. Lucky for me I had some left over. So I handed them out and the boys started dancing. Imagine a cross between Pistol Pete dancing to Cotton Eye Joe and an Irish jig. It was hilarious.
Later Ed came up, so I gave him some muffins. I wasn't going to make him dance since he didn't get any the night before. But the driller decided he had to. Oh, my sides hurt.
I know bribery is not generally smiled upon, but this is too much to resist. They've told me that they'd "really get down" if I bring something tonight. I'm not sure who is bribing whom here, but I know we all come out happy.
Thursday, April 15
Show the Love
I'm getting to know the rig hands I'm working with a little better. (I've been here almost 5 weeks) They actually talk to me when I go up to the rig floor now. They tease me about cooking for them, but I'm tough and won't give in. A stress free working environment is more important than feeding people.
Today's Exploit:
I was talking to Malcom while he was running the rig. He was giving the driller, Josh, a break from sitting in the box. (They have lots of boxes.) He was telling me stories about drinking, both at home and with the rest of the crew.
Josh happened to come in while Malcom was telling how Josh gets while drunk. Evidently he likes to tell everyone he loves them, and smell the women's hair.
Later when Malcom went up to the derrick Josh had to defend himself.
Josh: I don't tell EVERYONE in the bar I love them. Just a select few.
Me: Just the ones you really do?
Josh: I think I do.
Me: Hahaha
Translation: He really does tell everyone ;)
Today's Exploit:
I was talking to Malcom while he was running the rig. He was giving the driller, Josh, a break from sitting in the box. (They have lots of boxes.) He was telling me stories about drinking, both at home and with the rest of the crew.
Josh happened to come in while Malcom was telling how Josh gets while drunk. Evidently he likes to tell everyone he loves them, and smell the women's hair.
Later when Malcom went up to the derrick Josh had to defend himself.
Josh: I don't tell EVERYONE in the bar I love them. Just a select few.
Me: Just the ones you really do?
Josh: I think I do.
Me: Hahaha
Translation: He really does tell everyone ;)
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