Just checked our bank online and found that Mark's check was - let's say - "significantly less than usual." NOT a good time for that. So I called Mark. And he called Hercules. And as it turns out, after 30-some years out there on those rigs, and as a "salaried" supervisor, he is NOT going to be paid for sick time.
Not ANY.
Not EVER. (Well - not as long as Hercules owns those rigs anyway.)
You know what? . . . They deserve to lose the only guy they have who understands every last thing about those drilling rigs.
But I'm sure he won't quit. He and Wendy have more in common than you would think possible, given that they're actually not related. Neither of them will make any major life change unless they have absolutely NO other choice. Well, I guess he DID make a fast decision when we decided to get married, come to think of it -- but maybe that's why he isn't inclined to rush into anything else!
I'll tell you what, though - that was never a characteristic of MINE, that's for sure! If I were him, I'd be so furious that I would just start collecting my retirement money and QUIT! It wouldn't be THAT hard to find some local job that would pay him the difference. And then he'd be home every night!
I'd love that!
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