Hard First Day
I still remember as if it was yesterday.
I had got to the Rig and checked in with the Tool Push as the office had instructed me to do once I arrived on location. They had given me no expectations or information other than directions and to check in with the Push.
I head over to his shack & knock on his door to introduce myself. The push was a pretty decent guy, he politely told me that I was going to have to shave my beard of as this was a sour well. He pulls out and hands me old rusty the razor. After I finish shaving my face to death I meet up with the motorhand who takes me on a walk around to show me the rig.
He shows me some stuff and tells me to go up to the doghouse and introduce myself to the Driller. I burn on up and walk into the doghouse to introduce myself. Once I meet him, he immediately tells me to get out and not to come back?. The DerrickHand informs me that although he is a good Driller he isn’t too overly talkative or friendly, Copy That. That Motorhand had set me up for my first ass chewing.
As I got there they were circulating and preparing to trip, we were on nights for my first rotation. The Driller instructs me to go down and help the Motorhand put on the hole fill hose. Going into the sub my one foot fell into the mouse hole and fills my boot with water, AWESOME.
Being gone for a while the Driller starts wondering where the hell we are. He comes charging into the sub and sees his Motorhand trying to pull my boot off because it was suction cupped to my foot. I was laying on my back and the Motorhand was pulling with everything he had. The Driller shoved him out of the way and yanked my boot off, my sock coming with it. The Driller picks up my sock, rings the water out, throws it and the boot at me then tells me to get my ass up to the floor!
I stand back and watch for a few stands, the guys are making it look easy, tongs latching every time and a hard snap every bite. Feeling confident I tell the Driller I’m ready to give it a shot. Well I didn’t help pull the slips for the first few stands, I had a better chance of making a Rubix cube work than those tongs, and didn’t clean pipe for the Derrick Hand.
I’m thinking to myself holy hell this is going to be a grind. At this point I’m wet, tired & hungry. Then it crosses my mind, What time is it? I know I started at 7pm, it’s dark now, I’m tired as hell, it for sure has to be only a few hours left, convinced it’s between 3-5am. I make the fatal flaw of checking the time. 10:26pm, holy shit, I’m going to die.
After busting my ass tripping the pipe out of the hole thinking it was done I look over to see the other roughneck laughing & tells me it’s all got to go back in the hole now. I made it through the night. Sitting in the change shack smoking my first cigarette of the night, I take a big drag and think meh, that wasn’t so bad.
Fast forward years, the phone rings in the doghouse and I answer, the other end of the line says “your new hand is here” I say “Copy That, Send him on up”.