For All The Cows

In Alberta, and not a day too soon.

I got a call from my rig manager this morning, and he said that work starts tomorrow morning, not wednesday. Which meant I needed to get to edmonton asap. Which was fine. But I was rushed just a little, as I had nothing booked, packed, or planned for my trip at that point.

I caught a float plane to YVR, then I caught the next flight to edmonton, and got in around 7pm local.

John (my manager) said that he'd pick me up at 930am from my place in edm, and we'd drive to camp where we wouldn't leave for at least 21 days. That sentence sums up what my last post mentioned about "best case scenario". So I'm really happy, and excited. Not really anxious or nervous, but wait until I get on the rig floor.

I doubt I'll have internet access until July, so this will probably be my last update before then. I know I'll have a phone and a washing machine, and those two are bonus enough. I have zero concept of what a camp even looks like though. I have this quirky image of a combination of university dorms crossed with shawshank prison. If that's what it is in reality, then it'll be ok.

Oh yeah, Holland crushed Italy today 3-0. Oh fuck yeah. I've been stoked all day on what that could mean for the rest of Euro. I only caught the first half of the game on t.v. before I had to leave. I was thinking of a guy Erik who I used to play ball with, and I know he's as excited as I am.

Big ups to shannon shorr, a guy my age who's blog I read every chance I get at shannonshorr.com. He just won 350 grand on his 23rd birthday, and although he doesn't know me more than the few times we've email corresponded, I feel like I know him pretty well.

Anyway, not much else is going on. If I get an hour a week to get online, I'll pop in here.

Bring on the 84 hours weeks...

'my pen is a pistola'