The errant labourer returned the folowing day. Muttering about boilers breaking down and bad bus timetables. Glad he’s back. We’ve known him for years. One of life’s terminal odd job men, hard working, amenable, gentle and honest. Rare. He’s in his late sixties and he’s got hands as hard as a steel vice.
He’s forcing the pace. Drunken Uncle doesn’t like gatting up before noon and he certainly doesn’t like being shown up as turgid, snail paced jobber. It’s doing him good, honest it is.
Allatsea’s on night shift. 7 to 7. A long night. Mainly inputing personnel details into the datalogger. Not the kind of work he envisioned to be honest but if they want to pay this kind of money to do a clerk’s job then who is he to argue. Be done with it old mucker. At least at the end of each watch he gets to go home without a 2 hour commute. Nice.
There a jack up in the field doing penetration trials (on the spud legs) but they’ll be away again tomorrow morning, probably, and not return until later in the week. Then things will start for proper. It’ll be intersting to see if the old sod has the temperament to deal with the wall of comms/queries and inductions that will rule each day. Dull but draining seemingly. Time will tell and he’s living in hope…it’s most certainly not to be taken for granted. Oh no.