After taking two serious kicks I fired the mud man. He was really skinny and about 6’5” tall.
About 30 minutes later a short squatty guy came up to me and said, “you de one dat fired my brudder?”
I said “I fired the mud man “
He said, “Dats my brudder and so f’k me too, I quit”.
Another time going out to relieve my alternate I saw a big box marked for the rig and told the dock hand to put it on the chopper.
Got to the rig and told them unload it from the bird and take it down to the pipe rack with the crane. I went into the office and my alternate was yelling and raising hell with the warehouse wanting to know where the new bit was and he was really loud. I told him it’s on the pipe rack, I brought it. He continues yelling at the shore base and I told him I brought it.
He said hold on then asked me “what?” I repeated, I brought it.
He then said, “ well what’s all the f’kn yelling about?”
Too many stories to mention.
