Shit happens and its happens everyday in oilfield, and I get paid for taking it.;)

Imagine walking out of one of the best institutes in the world, having being told that the world is all yours and then they put you in a 50x50 square ft. of steel in the middle of the sea or desert, and they tell you that’s your destiny. You can’t call your friends, you can’t have any recreation or any other form of life apart from working your ass off the whole day and sleeping in a dingy room whenever time permits. You have to eat at a certain time, but you have to wear your dirty greased clothes all the time, plus that stupid heavy helmet. Yes, that’s my heaven. That’s been my life, a life of one of the highly paid engineers in the world. I've been to the Middle East and what I saw was the vast expanse of the desert in the killing heat and dust, where I was stranded working for 30 days in a row. Now as I am writing this, I am stuck in the middle of the sea, waiting for my failed tools to come on board. We glorify whatever we do. That’s what we have in difference to the animals. The ability to logically break and look at things under a different light. In fact, humans have reached such pinnacles in doing this that it’s difficult to survive without doing so. For instance, a few weeks ago when I was sitting with my team of engineers, one geologist said that "a pilot died in a helicopter accident when he was flying her friend to the offshore rig", and the next logical discussion that followed was how high was the helicopter flying, because the friend could've dove if it wasn’t that high. Where was the compassion for the deceased pilot? Where was the concerned for all the other surviving passengers? Why was the situation more in question? Come on, is life meant to be this complex? Can’t it be just it, accepted for the simple fact that it is, full stop? Why can’t we let out what we really feel? Why do we have to suppress whatever we feel, making a jungle of complex thoughts out of it? And worse, feel proud about it? Isn’t life of a bird happier? she doesn’t have to work hard to eat or sleep. What is the purpose of life? Is it not to find happiness and be happy? What have we done to our system? Half of our people die to have bread twice a day.

And we call ourselves better off than animals, for we can logically apply and deduce things. To what extent is that better? Have we reached a better system by doing so? I wonder and I keep wondering...


Even as I write this, I know that I sound whiny and giving the impression of being unhappy about the work that I do. In actual fact I love it, it’s the best I could've had. I love it because I can smell, feel, touch engineering here and that’s what I have always been passionate about... Hmmm, do I make sense? Well, what the heck!!! I love it for the money!!!