I think about my blog nearly everyday. I think, “You should write. Expound. Spout off. Let both of your followers inside the secret world of the “oilfield trash.” Then, time passes and the blog is there in the background of my thoughts and nothing comes to mind, and the next thing I know a month or more has passed. Yesterday, I thought, “Self, tomorrow, you’re going to write about something.”
So, this past week I arrived on the rig with something. Wasn’t sure what it was. I knew I had it, but could not put a finger on exactly what it was. When someone asked me what I had, I said, “Something.” After that, they’d ask if I needed something, and I said, “No, I have something.” Of course they already knew I had something because they had just asked me what I had and I’d told them “Something.”
Thinking back to all the times I had something I wonder. Once I had something because I ate something. Well, duh, that makes sense. Shouldn’t have eaten something.
I have something now. One of my men asked me this morning if needed something. I told him I already had something. He said, “Maybe your should have taken something before you got it.”