The Wonderous Oil Patch

Well... readers... your all in for a treat.

You all remember the wonderful posts I did last winter while I was severly sleep depraved and working nights?

Good news!

The next 24 hours, what was supposed to be a little shift alone (aka - without relief) is turning into something a little larger than that.

Looks like my 2nd man is going to be another (at least) 48 hours before he comes here to work his 12's again. So I'll be working 72+ hours without sleep.

The good news?!? That means 72+ hours of sleep depraved thinking time for me to open my deepest thoughts up to all my friends in online land.

Horray!

Crazy little rig dog

There's this palmeranian out here... he barks non stop at everything (except the wind)... but what makes him a little crazy is that he loves to play fetch.

With rocks.

Thats right... we're on a gravel pad (the large gravel; like whole river rocks) and you pickup any of the million rocks your standing on and throw it... and the dog runs out; spends a good 3 minutes finding the rock it thinks you threw, walks about half way back with the rock, drops it and then barks at you until you throw another.

I guess just another thing I find in my backyard.

birds and cheese

I was reminded that its the early bird that gets the worm... and bringing a smile to my lips; the thought... that its the 2nd mouse that gets the cheese.

Emotionally dead.

Funny story...

I'm watching this new tv series called "I'm 45 and single" its a mans adventure trying to get in touch with his sensitivity.

I'm chatting with my buddy online while we're watching this show... he's sitting across from a girl he's know for 20 years. Someone he's fooled around with multiple times; he's looking to find out what type of friendship he's got with her.

This is what she said.

"Your emotionally sterile. I think your callous. I think your de-sensitised. You are a black hole of emotion. A Vortex."

And my buddy starts laughing. He's like "as she was saying that, all I could think of was that this is how girls could describe you."

This was... I dunno... so amazing; I had to post it here for you all to share with me.

Marriage proposals

Alright!

Capt'ns running marriage proposal count: 2

That's right, 2 girls have now informed me (in mock seriousness) that I'm going to marry them.

Coloring book

Its been brought to my attention - because of changes in me and changes in friends I chat with online; that when we're all on MSN trying to talk to eachother; we all approach each conversation like a kid with a coloring book.

The words produce the lines and we try to fill them in. Attempt to use the proper colors to cast what we're percieving in the proper light.

And some times we screw up. We color outside the lines or make a gray cloud blue.

I dunno what I'm trying to say; i just thought that analogy neat.

Fishing with dynamite

Okk... so the water hauler out here has a (what looks like) 15 year old daughter. Very innocent, not poorly shaped and not unattractive. Being on an oil rig... doesn't matter where she is... the boys here sniff after her like a pack of wolves.

It was my pelasure to give a piece of paper to one roughneck who figured to beat the system and asked her dad if he could take the daugher on a date.


I love watching things like this unfold; having been shot down too many times to count, I know that anticipation, the hope and the fear of approaching a good looking woman.


All I have to say - Atta boy!

Lead and Follow - 2

To follow (excuse the pun) of my last post...

How would you alter a person's mood? How would you change a person's perception?

I am a staunch believer that everything energetic follows rules that everything mundane follow... (which I've said time and time again) so I'll do my best to provide and translate.

When I argue, how do I prove a point?

Concession of a point of knowledge between two very stubborn males is a difficult thing. For one man to agree that he was wrong or to embrace your point of view as his own on most days borders on impossible; on others exists beyond those borders.

When I'm to 'adjust' someones reasoning, I first attempt to understand theirs. That we are on the same page, understanding WHY he believes which he believes. In my head, I find the finite points which make my argument different than his and (most often) subtly I prove to him, not what I'm arguing about, but each point individually - almost as a separate argument, a separate conversation.

Step by step, once he combines his new knowledge with his old reasoning, he converts to my way of thinking.

It is not surprising when at the end of the 'argument' when my opponent turns to me with a new realisation and presents to me the perspective I've held since the beginning.

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Thats the most basic form of this.

Neuro linguistics states that for effective communication to occur between two people, you must speak using the same fundamentals.

If a person is used to visualizing something in their head, using visual words in your conversation allow him/her to understand you. If you used Auditory or Kinesthetic words, (as bizarre as this sounds) they won't.

Can you see what I'm talking about? (Can you hear what I'm saying? Can you feel the point I'm trying to make?)

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Unfortunately, I'm out of thought. Sorry to leave you all hanging, but there will be more to come.

Lead and follow

There is a skill that some have.

I had first learned about it through a neuro linguistics instructor when he was talking about bringing someone through modalities. From kinesthetic to visual and auditory and back.

It was my idea to be able to change a person, to adjust their method of communication.

And i know you can. Not only through these methods, but using energy as well.

That once you follow a person to the now they occupy, you can bring them (most often slowly) to the now you exist in.

I understand the idea of this isn't readily powerful. That most people would read through and wonder how the different now's do anything, if they do anything (or exist!) at all.

But we shape the world by our beliefs. What I wish to see, i see. What I believe I can do, I do. Bringing someone else to this; having them believe as you believe, witness what you see and do. The synchronicity of your thought is the source of some power.

If you believe in such.

Dressing grubby

I walked into applebee's today, dressed sorta rig-casual. Aka - shit. Wearing sorta worn jeans with dirt stained into it; a dirty t-shirt, sleep lacking from my eyes and my hair clearly hadn't been done in several days and because of 'not sleeping / emotional stress' my voice wasn't exactly stable when addressing the hostess or waitress.

So...

I wasn't treated the way I usually am.

Which felt strange. Very strange.

But I got a drink and an App; dropped a 20 and the waitress was like "wait a minute... this guy may not be a bum".

I left feeling pretty good.

Insight

Its a funny strange thing.

I was talking with my 2nd hand, an older man around 60. He likes to talk. I've been working with him for 3 or so days now.

And suddenly it hit me; he talks and won't stop talking because he's afraid that if he doesn't, no one will hear him.

That he has ideas he thinks may help and he wants to share. That maybe this is his last (first and last sometimes mean the same I guess) chance.

I think we all hold onto fears like this. And maybe, instead of trying to face our own, we can help someone; like my 2nd hand friend here go to sleep with a smile on their face. Because for one day, they don't have to be afraid of their fears.

Us vs Canada

Okk... so I'm now working in the states.

Its sorta nice in the area that I am. People seem friendly enough, the weather is nothing but beautiful. But there are differences.

Strange differences. For example... in Canada land - pretty much everywhere I've worked over the last forever - every grocery store had oodles of bread products. A whole isle devoted to freshly baked pastries, bread, scones... all sorts of amazing stuff.

Down here, the few grocerie stores I've visited, less than half.

A few other things which are sorta neat - Walmart's here aer 24 hours, I even found a 24 hour grocery store. In Canada land, I think thats almost unheard of.

*smile* the last place I worked in Canada, the only 2 grocery stores were open from 9am to 6pm; 8pm on thursdays and closed sunday.

Which i guess is almost the opposite of 24 hours.