Yesterday I bought $70 worth of groceries because I was told I wouldn't be going offshore until April 11th. I told Neil yesterday, "The day you spend 70 bucks on groceries will inevitably be the day before you get sent offshore." I'm going offshore tomorrow.
Also, I was planning on going camping and canoeing with my two non-oilfield friends tonight, but now we're just going to go for the day instead because I can't spend the night. I guess they didn't want to camp without me (they live and work together and I guess you run out of things to talk about at a certain point), which is disappointing but flattering nonetheless. Just when you think this job isn't so bad, it goes and fucks up the first real plans you've made. Not to mention the groceries...
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