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......
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......
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