Wakey
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I thought of another..
17 years old, my dad made a call and got me a job in the oilfield. It was on a jack up barge. We were servicing capped wells out in the Gulf Of Mexico.
I wasn't ready I guess, I was very cocky and my close friends were worse.
My first day, after working 12 hours the 5 of us went into the bunk area and I was seated on a bed. We were filthy as you might imagine. This guy walks in and immediately lights into me. "Son, get the heck off that bunk until you've showered."
"First of all, I'm not your son, 2nd., who the F are YOU?"
"I'm the boat captain."
I finished my 7 day hitch but that was the end of my oilfield career. I didn't ask for my dad's help again, I knew the answer.
WHat a gig that was. In 1985, $700.00 a week was an outstanding starting rate. 7 on and 7 off.
They fed us like kings. The first mate made what ever you wanted for breakfast. Lunch looked more like supper, they didn't feed us sandwiches. Supper was more like eating in a restaurant. Prime rib, stuff like that. Friday was seafood night and Saturday was steak. You would not believe the cuts of meat.
In the evenings you sometimes could get on the UHF radio and hail a crew boat to come get you. They'd take you over to the nearest drilling rig where you could eat all the ice cream you could get down, shoot pool, watch a movie etc.
It is humiliating just to remember what my mouth got me in to. :ashamed:
17 years old, my dad made a call and got me a job in the oilfield. It was on a jack up barge. We were servicing capped wells out in the Gulf Of Mexico.
I wasn't ready I guess, I was very cocky and my close friends were worse.
My first day, after working 12 hours the 5 of us went into the bunk area and I was seated on a bed. We were filthy as you might imagine. This guy walks in and immediately lights into me. "Son, get the heck off that bunk until you've showered."
"First of all, I'm not your son, 2nd., who the F are YOU?"
"I'm the boat captain."
I finished my 7 day hitch but that was the end of my oilfield career. I didn't ask for my dad's help again, I knew the answer.
WHat a gig that was. In 1985, $700.00 a week was an outstanding starting rate. 7 on and 7 off.
They fed us like kings. The first mate made what ever you wanted for breakfast. Lunch looked more like supper, they didn't feed us sandwiches. Supper was more like eating in a restaurant. Prime rib, stuff like that. Friday was seafood night and Saturday was steak. You would not believe the cuts of meat.
In the evenings you sometimes could get on the UHF radio and hail a crew boat to come get you. They'd take you over to the nearest drilling rig where you could eat all the ice cream you could get down, shoot pool, watch a movie etc.
It is humiliating just to remember what my mouth got me in to. :ashamed: