Sometimes I feel like I don’t do enough to justify what I get paid. I mostly feel like this on days onshore when I’ve looked at my alarm in the morning, gone “….nah”, and spent my day watching TV in my pyjamas rather than actually showing face at the base.
And then there are days like this. Days where I am seventeen hours into my twelve hour shift with muscles gently weeping, and despite everything that could conceivably go wrong having done so, the engineering gods have smiled upon me and finally everything is working. On days like this, I feel like I’ve earned every penny.
The hours may be atrocious, but you cannae beat the oilfield services game for job satisfaction.