Once again, it’s been a while since I last posted. Hopefully
my last small series gave you a taste of my chaotic life. I should add this disclaimer. Most of my rigs
aren’t like that. Lately, I seem to have some sort of rig curse on me that
causes everything I touch to fail in dramatic and unheard of ways. But that’s
not normal.
Ah Pemex. The love-hate relationship we have with our dear,
(in-direct) client. Now you should know
a few things before we get started. Pemex is one of the largest oil producers
in the world. Their offshore operations are supposed to be very tightly
controlled and well run. I wish I could say the same for land. If I had a
dollar for everytime I’ve heard “Well the logical thing to do is___ so
naturally Pemex wants to ____(opposite thing)” I could retire. Realistically, Pemex isn’t all bad. If they
didn’t have at least some of their stuff together, they couldn’t make billions
of dollars every year for Mexico. So, instead I’m going to focus on some of the
people I encounter every day.
Today I’m on one of those normal jobs. With the exception of
some bad signal and a generator overheating causing a loss of power for entire
night, we’re doing pretty good. It’s been at least a week since I lost any
sleep. I thought I’d take this time of tranquility to describe for you some of
my favorite people. Pemex.
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| One of my Pemex rigs. So pretty! |
The Engineer
On every Pemex rig, there’s an engineer. Generally speaking,
they’re never sure what to make of me. I had one engineer who refused to speak
to me for almost a week. He asked the SLB company man to relay everything to me
in meetings. That was a little awkward. I’ve had other engineers request I print
logs every two hours. Not that big a deal, but a lot of work for me. I’ve had
other engineers who absolutely love me. They email me thank you notes after I send
the logs every day and ask me what kind of wireline tools to run. They’re
honest and tell us ‘well, we’re lazy, so it’ll probably be later than that.’ When
my tool fails, they call my office and tell them that it wasn’t my fault and
please don’t take away the pretty engineer.
