I’ve not been diligent in writing every day.
I have, however, been diligent in working on all the events I have coming up soon. On top of my "real" job.
- National Assn. of Drilling Engineers Meeting last Thursday in Bakersfield, CA
- The Permian Basin AADE meeting last Tuesday
- The West Coast AADE Shoot Friday
- United Way Energy Committee training and meeting
- My company’s customer appreciation sporting clay tournament next week, including ordering prizes, plaques, and assigning co-workers duties, not to mention sending out almost 1800 invitations, and then, the day after, the shoot for the local high school ROTC
- Serving on a committee for the upcoming API Team Roping in October
- A completions conference the same week as the shoot
- Doing registration at the Southwest Oilmans Tennis Tourney
- New Mexico Oil and Gas Conference, in Santa Fe, NM - including booking and changing hotel rooms, helping plan a golf tourney, a formal dinner, and a formal reception, and all that entails. This happens the last week in September/first week in October. I don’t even have a clue what I’m gonna wear yet.
No, I’m not an event planner, that’s all just in a day’s work in the oilpatch. And I had to skip a customer trip to Vegas because I was overwhelmed with this stuff.
So, when I went to the bathroom at my office Tuesday, and saw this, is it any wonder I started laughing and couldn’t stop? I mean, people, if the Funny Farm would have seen me, they probably would have certified me, put me in a straight jacket, and ferried me off. An evil, eerie, cackling, bwahahahaha issuing forth, all the way.
And if you're wondering, I have no idea why there is a Sara Lee bag hanging out of the napkin disposal in our corporate bathroom.
And if you're wondering, I have no idea why there is a Sara Lee bag hanging out of the napkin disposal in our corporate bathroom.
And I’m not even going to ask.
It’s never boring around here. And I can't make this sh** up. No way, no how.
