Money.

Bad logistics. Bad planning. that's the shit I had to go through for this job. Nevertheless It's ok now. I guess I've fixed it. Or rather. Run it properly. I don't know, sometimes I feel like a hero, but most times, I feel like an under achiever.
I am at a cross point. I think I need a career change. I feel like I don't need anyone to cling on to in life. Screw girls. Screw relationships. I think I am better off living a life of solitary offshore. I am qualified, and i think i am up for it. The jobs aren't that tough. These guys are after all.. human, like me. the same flesh and bones, the same system. Oh for pete's sake, we're the same species. I belive no one is stupid. It's just how you use your head. ( I am consoling myself here) I'll look up my career options. I have a few in mind, all offshore all big bucks.

Money,after all, that what we all work for. No? Passion? We work for passion's sake? Oh please, Passion sizzles out like spit your bbq pit once you don't get your pay check in time. Let's face it. We all have bills to pay, Loan, etc bla bla. Money makes it. Money. It breaks you. It ruins your family. Yet.. it pays your bills...
Simple choices, Life change decisions.. For money of for love?

Some people are coming over this weekend. I am offshore. I've decided to cut my offshore trip short to see them. I don't know why. But they are kinda worth it, worth to say no to moula.

Oh yes. which reminded me. Something happened on the Vicksburg yesterday. There was a fire in the engine room. Funny. Dangerous, but funny. Later we're going to have a H2S drill. Yay. more drills to keep the old ticker going.

Tomorrow, they are going to drill some crazy hole which could make everyone abandon rig. Oh yeah! some real offshore action. Finally.... something close to Piper Alpha.
Sadist.