If I had the guts...........
.......this is what I'd say to my wellsite geologists. Note the "s" on the end of geologist. I don't have 1 wellsite geo, I have friggin 3!
I love it when you make yourself a coffee, and don't even bother to ask if I'm interested in having a caffine kick as well, even though you are sitting on your butt all day, and I'm running around like a frigging idiot, without a moment to scratch myself.
I particularly loved that sunny 45°+ day when it was fast drilling, the pump sensor went down, I went out to fix it. The sample alarm went off, and not one of you three lazy bastards had the intellegence to help me out and grab that sample for me.
Yesterday morning was fun for me, because my offsider hadn't done his job properly (maybe he was too busy to update the mudlog because it was fast drilling and you wouldn't reduce the sample frequency nor help him out in any way, shape or form.) Anyway, I enjoyed doing his job and mine, particularly at morning report time, when I actually realised things were not updated, and I had to bust a gut to make things right, with only half an hour to do it. Again, thanks for not telling me that he hadn't put a whole stack of formation tops on the log (time consuming stuff). And thanks for completely ignoring me when I asked for a little bit of help (that doesn't happen often folks-me asking for help that is).
It pisses me off when you sit on the "microscope stool" all friggin day. The microscope is not really designed to be used in the standing up position. I'm going to need a chiropractor to put my back, back into shape.
It shits me when you all stand around chatting and having a laugh and showing each other pictures of scantily clad women posing with you on your computers. Particulary when you get a bit rowdy, and I'm trying to concentrate on writing sample descriptions. It seems that you always have alot to say to each other when I'm trying to do a verbal handover to my offsider at the end of my shift.
And it really pissed me off when you made me throw 3 carbide gas bombs down the hole in a row, and wouldn't believe the data that came up, even if the results were the same 3 times in a row. So you made me go thru my computer and check all the settings etc etc and quizzed me for about 2 hours about my computer programs, even though I had done a manual, hand written lag calculation, that took me ages, and it unequivically prooved that what my computer was telling me was right. And what pissed me off the absolute most, was when my offsider came in that afternoon, you asked him the same, he told you the same as what I had been trying to tell you for half the day, and you believed his 10 second explanation, no questions asked.
There is a bunch of other crap as well.
Thankyou for making me feel like shit and doubt myself.
You bunch of fucking arrogant lazy cocksucking cunts!
Now that is me having a REAL winge, so you know what a real pissed off Cat is like.
Faaarrrkkk is my funny "fuck", you know the one with the smile on the face. The one where you get a minor irritation and you just think "jeesh".
So now you might be able to understand the difference.
I love it when you make yourself a coffee, and don't even bother to ask if I'm interested in having a caffine kick as well, even though you are sitting on your butt all day, and I'm running around like a frigging idiot, without a moment to scratch myself.
I particularly loved that sunny 45°+ day when it was fast drilling, the pump sensor went down, I went out to fix it. The sample alarm went off, and not one of you three lazy bastards had the intellegence to help me out and grab that sample for me.
Yesterday morning was fun for me, because my offsider hadn't done his job properly (maybe he was too busy to update the mudlog because it was fast drilling and you wouldn't reduce the sample frequency nor help him out in any way, shape or form.) Anyway, I enjoyed doing his job and mine, particularly at morning report time, when I actually realised things were not updated, and I had to bust a gut to make things right, with only half an hour to do it. Again, thanks for not telling me that he hadn't put a whole stack of formation tops on the log (time consuming stuff). And thanks for completely ignoring me when I asked for a little bit of help (that doesn't happen often folks-me asking for help that is).
It pisses me off when you sit on the "microscope stool" all friggin day. The microscope is not really designed to be used in the standing up position. I'm going to need a chiropractor to put my back, back into shape.
It shits me when you all stand around chatting and having a laugh and showing each other pictures of scantily clad women posing with you on your computers. Particulary when you get a bit rowdy, and I'm trying to concentrate on writing sample descriptions. It seems that you always have alot to say to each other when I'm trying to do a verbal handover to my offsider at the end of my shift.
And it really pissed me off when you made me throw 3 carbide gas bombs down the hole in a row, and wouldn't believe the data that came up, even if the results were the same 3 times in a row. So you made me go thru my computer and check all the settings etc etc and quizzed me for about 2 hours about my computer programs, even though I had done a manual, hand written lag calculation, that took me ages, and it unequivically prooved that what my computer was telling me was right. And what pissed me off the absolute most, was when my offsider came in that afternoon, you asked him the same, he told you the same as what I had been trying to tell you for half the day, and you believed his 10 second explanation, no questions asked.
There is a bunch of other crap as well.
Thankyou for making me feel like shit and doubt myself.
You bunch of fucking arrogant lazy cocksucking cunts!
Now that is me having a REAL winge, so you know what a real pissed off Cat is like.
Faaarrrkkk is my funny "fuck", you know the one with the smile on the face. The one where you get a minor irritation and you just think "jeesh".
So now you might be able to understand the difference.
posted by mogcat | 2:30 AM
4 Comments:
The delicious irony is that you wouldn't have the guts to say it to them, where a yelling match would ensue but then be quickly fortgotten, but you have a guts to put it on the permanent public record. Tee hee.
I think you might feel at home around at my 'other' blog
http://waxingcynical.blogspot.com
James
I love your other blog. Have thought about having a similar set up, just don't know if it would work for me cos I guess my entire being is a bit cynical.
I fear my main blog would disappear into nothingness.
I'm going thru a bit of a bad attitude phase at the moment.
Will be seeking therapy if I ever get out of this plane of despair, or if the friggin personel manager ever gets back to me!!!!
The two blog set up is good, because I can happily say fuck fuck fuckety cunt, and feel safe in the knowledge my mum and my grandma and everyone else is happy seeing cute photos of William on my main blog.
I can make you a part of the waxing cynical team if you like, that way you can stop by and be cynical any time you like.
Sounds good James. Where do I sign up?
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