Naptime

Eric briefly nagged me WEEKS ago for not having made a blog posting in a long time. In truth, it's primarily because I haven't been on a rig since my last post. My non-rig lifestyle seems so less unique that I rarely think there's anything interesting enough to write about, but I'll endeavor to entertain nonetheless.

I've been in Houston for the past three weeks in a sort of "continuing education" effort for my job. They're teaching me the more difficult tools of my trade in a Monday through Friday 8am-5pm series of PowerPoint presentations destined to numb the body and mind. A lot of my coworkers see this as a sort of "working vacation" and spend many of the nights partying and many of the days hungover and half awake during class.

Now I'm not going to be a liar and say that I do nothing of the sort. I do, on occasion, indulge myself more than I ought when I have class in the morning, but anyone who knows me well knows that I am atrocious at keeping late hours. While I have very little difficulty rising before the sun on a regular basis, it is a much taller order for me to catch its morning light from the other side of the hourglass. Yesterday was a rather unfortunate example. After getting all ready for a wonderful birthday celebration, I proceeded to fall asleep during the play I went to and I then abandoned my friends to take a taxi home by myself while they went out to a nightclub. I don't regret going home early for there was nothing I wanted more at that point than to chuck off my high heeled shoes and collapse into bed, but I wish I might have had the energy to make my birthday last a few hours longer.

The hardy souls of the oilfield tend to embrace a "work hard, play hard" philosophy which I can appreciate, but sometimes I just need a good nap instead. My plan now is to take the night off from the party scene, then rise early tomorrow and visit the Houston Space Center. Somehow I think I'll have more fun this way.