Healing Powers

I spent a couple of hours on the rig floor where all the main drilling activity takes place today. It's a noisy, messy place filled with all sorts of things that can injure, maim and kill, so I don't usually spend a great deal of time up there. But today we were pulling my tools out of the hole and laying them down on the deck, so it was necessary I be there to ensure they were handled properly.

I was watching the rig hands doing their work, moving about with industry as they cleaned mud off pipe, raised up onerous pieces of steel with the air hoist, and performed all the various rig operations with energy and efficiency.

Little did I know that this was not the normal state of affairs.

At one point, one of the men in charge came to me and said I should market myself as part of a new healthcare plan. I looked at him perplexedly, and he explained that since I had arrived on the rig floor, I had magically healed all sorts of complaints. Two men complaining of sore backs, one with an injured hand, one with a bum knee and one with a staph infection were now all laboring away as if they hadn't a care in the world!

It's unlikely I can capitalize upon my newfound therapeutic aura, unfortunately, but it makes me wonder why oil companies haven't thought to bring more women to rigs as a way to increase productivity. Perhaps I can somehow market a new scheme that way!