Mark headed back to work yet again this afternoon. He left before I even got home from work. Phooey.
For the last few months, he's been leaving from Cameron, down below Lake Charles. And before that, when the rig was "stacked" for maintenance, they left from Port Fourchon -- even closer -- so he didn't have to leave until Tuesday night. And when they came in, he would get home just as I was waking up in the morning. Nice.
But this week, the rig has moved West and they're leaving out of Galveston. And since he always leaves a good hour earlier than is probably necessary, he left about 3:30 this afternoon -- well before I got home from work. (That way if his car breaks down or something, he's ahead of most of his guys, so he can get one of them to pick him up on their way by. Mark NEVER gets there too late to catch that darned crew boat. NEVER.)
But at least the rig is staying in one place this time, so he will at least be able to drive straight home. When they move the rig while he's on it, they come in to whatever the port nearest the new location happens to be, and THEN they have to go back to whatever port they left from to pick up their cars and trucks! (WHY the company can't bring them back into wherever they left from to begin with, I will never understand. But that's how it works.) They come in, then the company has a bus waiting that takes them back to the previous port. So they end up driving around all over the place most of their first day off. At least THAT isn't supposed to happen this time anyway.
So here I am - just me and the "kids." You know, I used to like spending time alone a WHOLE lot more than I do these days. And I'm about as surprised by that as anyone! When we first got married I was actually GLAD Mark worked offshore. I had been living alone for so long by then that I wasn't sure I could deal with constant companionship. I might not even have gotten married at all if he hadn't been gone half the time. Now? I'll tell you what, I am READY for him to retire and be here ALL the time. I wish one of those darned lottery tickets he buys would come through one of these days so we would have enough money for both of us to retire!
But since that isn't going to happen anytime soon, I better head for bed since I definitely DO have to go to work in the morning.
For the last few months, he's been leaving from Cameron, down below Lake Charles. And before that, when the rig was "stacked" for maintenance, they left from Port Fourchon -- even closer -- so he didn't have to leave until Tuesday night. And when they came in, he would get home just as I was waking up in the morning. Nice.
But this week, the rig has moved West and they're leaving out of Galveston. And since he always leaves a good hour earlier than is probably necessary, he left about 3:30 this afternoon -- well before I got home from work. (That way if his car breaks down or something, he's ahead of most of his guys, so he can get one of them to pick him up on their way by. Mark NEVER gets there too late to catch that darned crew boat. NEVER.)
But at least the rig is staying in one place this time, so he will at least be able to drive straight home. When they move the rig while he's on it, they come in to whatever the port nearest the new location happens to be, and THEN they have to go back to whatever port they left from to pick up their cars and trucks! (WHY the company can't bring them back into wherever they left from to begin with, I will never understand. But that's how it works.) They come in, then the company has a bus waiting that takes them back to the previous port. So they end up driving around all over the place most of their first day off. At least THAT isn't supposed to happen this time anyway.
So here I am - just me and the "kids." You know, I used to like spending time alone a WHOLE lot more than I do these days. And I'm about as surprised by that as anyone! When we first got married I was actually GLAD Mark worked offshore. I had been living alone for so long by then that I wasn't sure I could deal with constant companionship. I might not even have gotten married at all if he hadn't been gone half the time. Now? I'll tell you what, I am READY for him to retire and be here ALL the time. I wish one of those darned lottery tickets he buys would come through one of these days so we would have enough money for both of us to retire!
But since that isn't going to happen anytime soon, I better head for bed since I definitely DO have to go to work in the morning.
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