Thursday starts with attending the crew change meeting. My
first few meetings I went to, almost a year ago, were very intimidating. Since
then I’ve mostly gotten over this, but on occasion I still get nervous going into
them. For whatever reason this is one of
those meetings. Maybe it’s because the doghouse (drillers cabin on the rig
floor) is very small to cram 10 men and me in or maybe it’s the bikini clad
woman taped on the door. Whatever it is,
I’m not excited about this meeting. Luckily the questions are few. What flow
rate do we want to test our tool with. Finally we can start.
Bottom hole assembly pick up can take hours. It used to be
one of my favorite parts of my job, although why is still hard to explain. We work hard to get to this point and once it’s
all done, we get to sleep and relax for a few hours. Maybe it’s the promise of
sleep. Whatever it is, it’s exciting. As
I’ve done more and more BHA pickups, the excitement has worn off, but there’s
still something about controlling the floor, giving instruction to connect thousands
of pounds of steel, watching it go away and hoping it all works like it’s
supposed to. Maybe it’s just the control freak in me.
In this case, nothing seems to work like it’s supposed to. While
standing in the work trailer, about to head up to the drilling floor, the power
goes out on Paula and I. We figure the
generator ran out of diesel so we go to fill it back up again. It quickly becomes obvious that we have no
diesel. I ask David if they filled the
tank the day before and we eventually conclude that about 200L (53gals) of diesel has
been stolen from our tank. Our trailer is hot, dark, and full of bugs. We have
a backup power supply (UPS), but it won’t last for long and we need power to
test our tools in a few short hours. I
stand on the floor while David tries to find some diesel.