I am on another Hercules rig. It is a jackup rig and when it sways, it sounds like nails on a chalk board. Luckily, the only times I’ve slept, I’ve been too tired to remove my coveralls or boots, much less be disturbed by a squeaky rig. This leads us to the oilfield shower. Let’s get personal for a minute: I have access to a private bathroom; however, I haven’t used it. After nearly 36 hours of being on this rig, I thought “I should brush my teeth or something”… I reapplied deodorant, brushed my teeth, washed my face, reapplied eye liner (because that is important for both hygiene and vanity), and changed my shirt. Now I am so fresh and so clean.
This is my first job to make with Harry1. It’s awesome. He has become one of the many reasons I love my job. While up all night logging, Beverly and I chatted on the Whataberger instant messenger:
Me: Harry1 is hilarious.
B: He’s a character for sure
Me: He reminds me of my grandpa, if my grandpa could run, jump, and climb, chain smoked, and liked to cuss and throw things.
B: So…. Not at all like your grandpa.
Me:No. I guess what I’m trying to say is “I wish Harry1 was my grandpa.”
B: That’s creepy.
Me: yeah… I have loggers high. It’s like runners high, only it happens to you when you’ve been logging all night.
Later on….I told Beverly I would write a rap about his diabetes pump taking a dump. He replies with the following freestyle rap. More affects of logger’s high. I want to dedicate that rap to Rabbit, my other diabetes pump friend.
If my pump takes a dump
while my tool is in the sump,
will I get a night flight?
Shouldn’t have had that cookie bite.
I might have to pull out of hole.
Is that cancer or just a mole?
Blood sugar is all out of whack.
Need to log, bonus for crack.
Morning update must be sent.
[Beverly’s] pancreas is spent.
He won’t make it back alive.
You’ll find the logs on his thumb drive.
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“I could use another cigarette. You could use another cigarette.” Harry1 rallys the crew to hang out in the smoke post. *points and nods at me*”She could use another ice cream cone.”
“When I retire, I’m going to take up smoking. I’ll just be sitting on my porch smoking joints. Who is going to arrest an old man??”
“You need to start using your lady-ness to get things done around here.” Yikes, another female engineer, offers me some guidance. “They said they weren’t serving cheeseburgers last night. They made me a cheeseburger.”
“They had a mandatory BP meeting with the sales rep. I didn’t go. I told Cooper[one of the managers] ‘I ain’t going for health and safety reasons.’ He looked at me and said ‘What do you mean health and safety?’ ‘For my health and the sales guy’s safety.’ They Cooper looks at me and says ‘Alright, you were in the meeting.'”-Harry1
I learned about a new type of canoe: http://www.unclejohns.com/boat/
I also heard about Hurricane Katrina from a Cajun perspective.
“If you take a map of New Orleans from the 1800’s and lay it over top a map of Hurricane Katrina, the parts that used to be swamp were flooded. The parts that were the city, did not.” All the older sections of the city did not flood. This makes sense; however, I never thought about that possibility. For some reason, my conception was just that everything was under water.
“Whataberger was going to pay me and my family to move to Houston. I said- Are you kidding me?! No way. My in-laws and parents will have a heart attack. They’ve never been out the state of Louisiana. I can’t take them to the city. They’ll die!” -Harry1
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“Have you ever travelled for jobs?”-Me
“Yeah, I went to Alabama once and to Texas.”-Harry1