Ecstacy and Agony.....

.....I'm home, yay!

New housemate is great. There are knicknacks everywhere (I'm a little bit of a minamalist) - but that's ok. He's paying rent and as long as he's doing that he has a right to put his shit anywhere he wants (within reason).

There is now a little bit of a strange smell, maybe something to do with all the horns and antlers stuck up in new housemates room.

Got tickets to the Lion king and The boy form Oz in the mail. Yay! something to look forward to.

Old flame ripped my heart out with a spoon and shredded it again, he rang up for a chat and proceeded to tell me how happy he was with his new girlfriend and his instant 3 kid family. I'm happy he's happy, but it still hurts, big time-cos I love him with all my heart, I always will, I love him so much it hurts, and it's making me miserable.


Anyway, Tina's here now and I'm still in my pj's, so I gotta have a quick shower and then we are going out to lunch.

Have a good day everyone.

I love you all.............

I think this is just beautiful - I havn't seen the last movie yet.

Watch this - "Why?" I hear you ask...cos I told you to!

Home soon....

....very soon.

Yehar!

My tiny new unit.....

 

My tiny new unit......

 

Midnight....

......low gentle hum of the motors changes to a roar in the background, the rig comes to life.

1334 Meters of samples, swaying in the midnight breeze whilst struggling to dry in the humidity.

One lonely fly buzzez around the dregs of my empty polystyrene coffee cup.

The clock strikes 2 minutes past midnight - that is - if the clock on my flatscreen computer did strike.......

Lunchtime - at midnight.

Pressure pumps are pumping, air conditioners are humming, flies are buzzing and the rig motors are roaring.........then back to a lull.....

Sigh......






Not much to report kids.
Same old shit - different day.


Except this rig drills like a frigging bastard, we have already drilled two and a half 1400 foot oil wells and it has only been 13 days. And we are just about to rig down, rig move, rig up, and drill another one.


To give you guys some perspective - drilling to this depth on an ordinary rig would take at least one and a half weeks - and that is just for one well.


Sigh.....


I'm going to get my lunch. Can't really do anything else at the moment. We've reached T.D. (total depth), all my computer work and paper work is done, and I can't split and pack my samples cos the fuckers are still wet.


I've got some strung up and drying in front of the mud pumps, there are some more in front of the main generator's radiator, and I have some in the unit with a little baby desk fan blowing on them - was a good idea at the time but all I am succeeding in doing is blowing dirt into my keyboards and freezing my balls off (if I had balls that is........surely I should have grown some somewhere - I've been frigging doing this for long enough.


Speaking of doing this for long enough, I had my 5 year anniversary in January, and you know what I got.....

A shitty fucking piece of shit crappy calendar - which Australia Post bent out of shape.

"But I really want an extra large post box", "Oh - you really won't need a large one Miss - you'll never fill up the ordinary sized one - seriously".

You try being away for months at a time you postal working fuckwit.

(You never really want to actually say this to them - don't know if they're gonna pull an ak47 on ya.....)


Anyway, I don't think the calendar was a gift to me for providing excellent service and working like a fucking slave for years and years and years.

It was just a late fucking Christmas thing.

Hmph......

One other thing I missed....

......St Patricks Day

I've never even had green beer. I want it, I need it, I JUST GOTTA HAVE IT!!!!!!

Damn these dry camps.

Humph........sigh.

Things I have missed......

...... cos I gotta go to the Plains of Despair.........

1. Christmas
2. The Big Day Out - my chance for a day of loud live music - and plenty of perving on boys.
3. The D & D Ball - my chance for an easy root - and getting drunk and sleeping by the river Torrens
4. Sky Show - my chance for watching fireworks (and see the second half of No. 3)
5. My Ranger Meeting AGM - and I'm the frigging treasurer!

Oh well, I wouldn't do this job if I didn't love it.

But then sometimes I think is it worth it? Missing out on half your life just to make a buck and pay off the house just that little bit quicker?

I think I've gotten to the point where I would gladly exchange the cash for a little bit of life at home. Sigh....

My new offsider.....

.......whom I last worked with about 3 years ago, is a little mental. Or rather, is driving me mental.


His crewchange got put back for 3 days. Well, shit......if his did, that means mine did too. Do you hear me bitching and moaning and carrying on - hmnn .... scrap that thought.


The thing is, he will do nothing to help himself. He doesn't believe it when I say the boss cannot legally force us to do extra long hitches, he doesn't belive that he has free will - he doesn't believe that he can tell the boss that he "won't come out to the POD" after only having one day at home.


Arrrggghhhh


And when one of our other crew members got the shits up and told the boss he wasn't coming out cos he hadn't had a decent break in a year (fair enough - good for him), non believing offsider cracked the even bigger shits cos it meant it stuffed up "his" crew change.

If NBO would stop letting town walk all over him, stop being a "yes" man all the fucking time, grow some frigging balls and say "no" once in a while, then he might have something to complain about.

You can't agree to do long irregular hitches, and then turn around to your offsider and bitch and moan about it.

Fucking twitchy mental prick.

Just wasting time.....

Hey there, I'm just wasting time browsing the blogs, when really I should be working like a bastard to get all my work shit done.

Check out www.thecompanybitch.blogspot.com

Don't know why, but I really enjoyed it.

Hmmnn.....

Nasty Shit......

......hmmnnn......all I'm going to say is that I learnt how to unblock a toilet last night.

Nasty!

"She who steals cars"

....... Nooooooooo, I didn't steal (my version is borrow) 2 cars in 2 days.

Not sweet little innocent old me!

Here goes the story.....
My first night here I was told to drive a certain ute back to camp. It was old and crusty and it did the job. Now I assumed that this vehicle was for the geology departments use.

(I was told we have a new vehicle - with only 4455km on the clock - but I thought this was a joke!)

So when I woke up in the morning, I took it back to the rig (and I gave a couple of guys a lift - the good samaritan that I am).

Well, about 45minutes after I arrived at the rig, in walks this overweight sweating beast of a man.
Swearing and cursing and carrying on like a mother fuc*er.

Whoops, turns out I took his car, and the poor bastard had to walk.

Now the second car stealing story is a bit of a grey area......

It was 20 minutes after knock off time yesterday,and I had just done my handover to my offsider. I called up the Geologist and asked for a lift back to camp. "No worries, I'll be
10 minutes". I waited in the unit for about 5 minutes, then wandered over to the car. Waiting waiting waiting, by this stage it's about 45 minutes after I knocked off, and the kitchen was going to close in about 15- 20 minutes. 3 of the rig crew wandered over to me, they had missed the crew wagon and wanted a lift. So we are all waiting waiting waiting for the slow arse geologist.
Eventually I got fed up with frigging waiting, and thought I'd just take 5 minutes to run the guys back. We'd been waiting so long already, what were the odds that the geo would be ready before I drove back.

100% it seems.

On my way to taking the boys to the camp - we ran into the crew wagon coming the other way - apparently to pick up the guys who got left behind. I flagged him down and asked him to grab the geo and the mud doctor, since he was going that way already, and I'd just park the car at camp.

Well.........

I had let the boys out and was just about to park, then I thought I'd better make sure that the geo had actually been picked up by the crew wagon. So off I go down the road in our shiny new vehicle. The crew wagon passed me again, and I saw that the geo was in it, so I pulled a u ie and followed them back to camp.

Do you think I heard the geo bitching and carrying on about having to drive for 5 minutes in the crew wagon.
Arrrggghhhhh...........

Well, I am now known as "she who steals cars".

I'm frigging walking from now on.........

Where's the laundry?

Hmmnnn..........well, last night I knocked off work after doing a 15 hour day. Pretty usual for a first day out in the POD. (I caught 3 planes to get out here - we are on the Queensland side of things, so it's a bit more scenic than sunny old Moomba).

Well, back to the point........

I stripped off, showered and bagged my dirty clothes. Then I went on a hunt for the laundry. Eventually I asked the night cook, and he said "see that shack over there" (pointing about 200 meters away into the dark dark night). "Well, you walk thru that door - which takes you into a locker room, then you walk thru the locker room to reach another door - which takes you thru to the the showers and toilets, you walk thru that room and go thru another door, which will take you to the laundry.

Can anyone see a minor problem with this.

I'm really not a prude, and when you are a chick doing this kind of job you expect a little bit of communal living.
I'm just glad that no one was in the shower, using the urinal, or getting naked in the locker room. I don't have a problem with walking thru 2 rooms full of naked men, but I think the guys might need to get used to me before I do that. At least not on my first day on a new rig!

He he he........www.nakedrigboys.com here we cum! ; }

I took this photo myself......

.....and I think it's damn good!
It was taken when I visited Alice Springs. 

Another Unit......Can't remember which one.....

....... or when I took the photo. It's been a while since I've posted some pictures, so have a look back my avid readers, there could be one of you!  

Nothing beats disappointment like shopping.....

.......Singapore fell thru (again).

Going back to the POD soon. New rig, new crews, some old friends there which will be nice.

Anyway, ended up buying tickets to the Lion King and The Boy From Oz with my Singapore spending money.

It's just as well I'm going back to the POD soon, cos I wouldn't be able to buy any of that fancy bread and milk I like so much, even if I wanted to. I'm broke!

I'd better have a run in with someone soon, cos even my own blog is boring me.

Sigh.......

Back to normality....

.........or boringness. Hang on a minute, I'm loving being bored right now.

And here is the reason why.......

After I came home from my near death experience I rang the boss and she mentioned that I was going back to the POD in two days time. Bugger, I still would have had adrenalin deficiency, cos I had used it all up in the last couple of days. However, the good news for me is..........a contract has fallen thru and I get to stay home for a couple of weeks. Yehar!

I'm pretty damn happy about that, considering I was only home for three days in February.

But wait, there's more.

After my two weeks of laziness, I get to go to Singapore for one or two weeks of training.

It's not written in stone yet, but I'm giving myself the luxury of looking forward to it.

So, what have I done in the last couple of days..........

Went to a fringe festival comedy event last night. Pretty good, I managed to score some free tickets from a radio station yesterday afternoon. Had lunch at the beach with my mummy, took the dog for a walk, bought a loaf of bread from the supermarket, and some fresh milk.

Now bread and milk is definitely not exciting to everyone. To me it means that I will be home long enough to consume it before it goes off. If I know I'm going away, I don't bother buying it anymore. I'm still traumatised by the last carton of chunky milk I disposed of down the toilet. Green furry bread doesn't really do it for me these days either.

Hmmnnnn what else? Saw "Mrs Henderson Presents". I enjoyed it. Saw a morning session with a coachload of old biddies. Now they really enjoyed it. I think I missed some of the jokes. Oh well, nothing that another 60 years won't fix.

Today I will be doing my washing and generally tidying the place up. It stays cleaner when I'm not home, hmmnn......no matter. I totally love being domestic. I'd make a great housewife, I'd need to learn how to cook tho, and how to keep plants alive. Hmmnn.... maybe I'd better keep my day job, just for a little while longer.

This afternoon I'm going to go for a swim, followed by a dance class, then topped off with friday night jazz in the city.

What a life!