Hey Oilfield Guys!!

[fishycatfish]

What type of stuff is hiring down at the coast?

Also my company is looking for experienced pumpers if anyone around Midland is looking, let me know and I will get you in touch.

[bphillips]

Bingo! Summer time I wear fishing shorts and shirts under my coveralls. One zip and I'm heading to the bays to fish after work

Shoot if I have my coveralls on the undies are about it. Those suckers stay pretty nice and breath good

[hgiles]

when I went to Kennedy you couldn't wear a fiberglass lid and it was FRC there

Hey now!

[tex4k]

I've had the lightweight and heavyweight nomex and the treated frc, as long as I'm looking like a corn fed pig I'll stay with the shorts and t-shirts, I've still got the frc in the closet "just in case".

[bphillips]

I've had the lightweight and heavyweight nomex and the treated frc, as long as I'm looking like a corn fed pig I'll stay with the shorts and t-shirts, I've still got the frc in the closet "just in case".

You a pumper?

[TexasBuzzard]

If FRC's are the pivot point for your decision about a job, you aren't hungry. Which is a good thing, because a lot of people are. God Bless all those guys.

[bphillips]

If FRC's are the pivot point for your decision about a job, you aren't hungry. Which is a good thing, because a lot of people are. God Bless all those guys.

If I have two options and one requires it I go to the one that doesn't. Some still have options

[tex4k]

You a pumper?

Used to be, now I'm a semi-retired sales rep/ticket deliverer/Parts man/gopher for an independent service company, that owns a part-time taxidermy business, while I do predator control on the side.

[bphillips]

Used to be, now I'm a semi-retired sales rep/ticket deliverer/Parts man/gopher for an independent service company, that owns a part-time taxidermy business, while I do predator control on the side.

Lol you sound like my brother is why I asked.

[bphillips]

Ripped this off from a fella on FB.. So very true and I'm sure can be applied to some of you guys other parts of the field also. I know my roughneck and drilling guys know exactly what it's like to feel this way

"A wise man once told me "Once you get that oilbase mud on you, it'll never come off till the day you die." I had no understanding of this statement other than I was gonna need some strong soap. That was almost 20 years ago when I took my first step onto that rig floor, as a young adult and learned quickly what work was. I learned about V-Door keys, swabs, shakers, liners, tongs, catheads, blocks, cows cocks, nippling down, & all sorts of words only us roughneck can comprehend.

I've given a big part of my life to the Oilfield but it hasn't only paid me back in money. Its paid me back in knowledge. I learned how to be proud about something bigger than me. I learned how to get along with just about anybody from all walks of life. This place has taught me about responsibility, about trust, about comradery, and it taught me how to be a man. It showed me that even at your weakest point, you can still get up and face the day when you don't want to.
As I walked around this last night of my 14 day hitch, and possibly my career out here in the patch, I can't help but feel sadness. The once deafening motors and pumps are silent, echoes bounce off the cold hard iron as if I'm standing alone in the middle of an abandoned place. I'll be headed home in a few hours, left with only memories of this place. Some good, some bad, some happy, some sad, but memories and experiences that have made me who I am and enough stories to last a lifetime.

But this post isn't about me. It's about us. The oilfield family because we are all facing the same thing right now. The majority of us that are left have been around awhile and most have been demoted and taken pay cuts.

We stress daily about what the future holds and how we're gonna put food on the table. In front of each other, we pretend to be unconcerned and say that we all have a plan once we get sent home. We struggle with the fact that we have to leave this life we have grown accustomed to and start over, many of us not knowing a clue of where to begin. Simply put, there is no job like this and we're not sure we can make it elsewhere. The bills, the kids, the wives or girlfriends, family, Hell they've all put us on this muddy oilfield pedestal and now we feel like we're letting everyone down. We feel like no matter what happens, we need to make it back next hitch and the next and the next just to maintain our sanity.

That's what he meant when that man led me to that rig floor and told me those words. Once you start This life, there's no substitute. I've tried getting out a couple of times but always ended up back, still trying to get that mud washed off. Nothing compares to this life. It's hard, it's dirty, it's relentless in its punishment to our bodies but it's what we know and what we're good at and it pays an honest days pay for an honest days work..

So where do we go now? What do we do? Well there's another thing that wise man told me.
He said "There's no such thing as can't." Those words are what I live by till this day and I'm trying to instill that mentality in my kids.

We can get thru this and we will. It probably won't be easy and only the Lord knows how long it'll be before it comes back, but when you think you're at the end of the rope and you think you can't go on or you just can't do it.... Then you're wrong.
There's no such thing as can't. Its a choice and a matter of what you're willing to do in order to survive. You can do anything and get thru everything if you want to. Might not be easy or glamorous, and sacrifices will be made, but you can get thru it.
So to all my fellow oilfield workers out there, keep your heads up. Eventually we're gonna have to get that oil outta the ground. Till then, do what it takes. Put God and Family first and the rest will take care of itself.

It's been a pleasure working alongside each of you. Chin up, heads held high gentlemen. We are a dying breed able to persevere"

[schmalzy]

Ripped this off from a fella on FB.. So very true and I'm sure can be applied to some of you guys other parts of the field also. I know my roughneck and drilling guys know exactly what it's like to feel this way

"A wise man once told me "Once you get that oilbase mud on you, it'll never come off till the day you die." I had no understanding of this statement other than I was gonna need some strong soap. That was almost 20 years ago when I took my first step onto that rig floor, as a young adult and learned quickly what work was. I learned about V-Door keys, swabs, shakers, liners, tongs, catheads, blocks, cows cocks, nippling down, & all sorts of words only us roughneck can comprehend.

I've given a big part of my life to the Oilfield but it hasn't only paid me back in money. Its paid me back in knowledge. I learned how to be proud about something bigger than me. I learned how to get along with just about anybody from all walks of life. This place has taught me about responsibility, about trust, about comradery, and it taught me how to be a man. It showed me that even at your weakest point, you can still get up and face the day when you don't want to.
As I walked around this last night of my 14 day hitch, and possibly my career out here in the patch, I can't help but feel sadness. The once deafening motors and pumps are silent, echoes bounce off the cold hard iron as if I'm standing alone in the middle of an abandoned place. I'll be headed home in a few hours, left with only memories of this place. Some good, some bad, some happy, some sad, but memories and experiences that have made me who I am and enough stories to last a lifetime.

But this post isn't about me. It's about us. The oilfield family because we are all facing the same thing right now. The majority of us that are left have been around awhile and most have been demoted and taken pay cuts.

We stress daily about what the future holds and how we're gonna put food on the table. In front of each other, we pretend to be unconcerned and say that we all have a plan once we get sent home. We struggle with the fact that we have to leave this life we have grown accustomed to and start over, many of us not knowing a clue of where to begin. Simply put, there is no job like this and we're not sure we can make it elsewhere. The bills, the kids, the wives or girlfriends, family, Hell they've all put us on this muddy oilfield pedestal and now we feel like we're letting everyone down. We feel like no matter what happens, we need to make it back next hitch and the next and the next just to maintain our sanity.

That's what he meant when that man led me to that rig floor and told me those words. Once you start This life, there's no substitute. I've tried getting out a couple of times but always ended up back, still trying to get that mud washed off. Nothing compares to this life. It's hard, it's dirty, it's relentless in its punishment to our bodies but it's what we know and what we're good at and it pays an honest days pay for an honest days work..

So where do we go now? What do we do? Well there's another thing that wise man told me.
He said "There's no such thing as can't." Those words are what I live by till this day and I'm trying to instill that mentality in my kids.

We can get thru this and we will. It probably won't be easy and only the Lord knows how long it'll be before it comes back, but when you think you're at the end of the rope and you think you can't go on or you just can't do it.... Then you're wrong.
There's no such thing as can't. Its a choice and a matter of what you're willing to do in order to survive. You can do anything and get thru everything if you want to. Might not be easy or glamorous, and sacrifices will be made, but you can get thru it.
So to all my fellow oilfield workers out there, keep your heads up. Eventually we're gonna have to get that oil outta the ground. Till then, do what it takes. Put God and Family first and the rest will take care of itself.

It's been a pleasure working alongside each of you. Chin up, heads held high gentlemen. We are a dying breed able to persevere"

One of the best posts I've ever seen. A real hand will always be a hand no matter where he is at or works.

Thanks for sharing this on a day when it really needed to be heard.

[tim21877]

That was a great post.....I haven't heard the term V-Door keys in a while and it made me smile and think about my career even though I've only been in the business 10 years. Thanks for sharing

[Artos]

Indeed a great post...

More bad news continues to trickle down...both Eprod & DCP have cancelled all swings / overhauls down here. Just not moving enough gas & plenty of horse power, so keep'em running & we'll deal with catastrophic failures if needed.



sigh...

[txoutdoorsman24]

Ripped this off from a fella on FB.. So very true and I'm sure can be applied to some of you guys other parts of the field also. I know my roughneck and drilling guys know exactly what it's like to feel this way

"A wise man once told me "Once you get that oilbase mud on you, it'll never come off till the day you die." I had no understanding of this statement other than I was gonna need some strong soap. That was almost 20 years ago when I took my first step onto that rig floor, as a young adult and learned quickly what work was. I learned about V-Door keys, swabs, shakers, liners, tongs, catheads, blocks, cows cocks, nippling down, & all sorts of words only us roughneck can comprehend.

I've given a big part of my life to the Oilfield but it hasn't only paid me back in money. Its paid me back in knowledge. I learned how to be proud about something bigger than me. I learned how to get along with just about anybody from all walks of life. This place has taught me about responsibility, about trust, about comradery, and it taught me how to be a man. It showed me that even at your weakest point, you can still get up and face the day when you don't want to.
As I walked around this last night of my 14 day hitch, and possibly my career out here in the patch, I can't help but feel sadness. The once deafening motors and pumps are silent, echoes bounce off the cold hard iron as if I'm standing alone in the middle of an abandoned place. I'll be headed home in a few hours, left with only memories of this place. Some good, some bad, some happy, some sad, but memories and experiences that have made me who I am and enough stories to last a lifetime.

But this post isn't about me. It's about us. The oilfield family because we are all facing the same thing right now. The majority of us that are left have been around awhile and most have been demoted and taken pay cuts.

We stress daily about what the future holds and how we're gonna put food on the table. In front of each other, we pretend to be unconcerned and say that we all have a plan once we get sent home. We struggle with the fact that we have to leave this life we have grown accustomed to and start over, many of us not knowing a clue of where to begin. Simply put, there is no job like this and we're not sure we can make it elsewhere. The bills, the kids, the wives or girlfriends, family, Hell they've all put us on this muddy oilfield pedestal and now we feel like we're letting everyone down. We feel like no matter what happens, we need to make it back next hitch and the next and the next just to maintain our sanity.

That's what he meant when that man led me to that rig floor and told me those words. Once you start This life, there's no substitute. I've tried getting out a couple of times but always ended up back, still trying to get that mud washed off. Nothing compares to this life. It's hard, it's dirty, it's relentless in its punishment to our bodies but it's what we know and what we're good at and it pays an honest days pay for an honest days work..

So where do we go now? What do we do? Well there's another thing that wise man told me.
He said "There's no such thing as can't." Those words are what I live by till this day and I'm trying to instill that mentality in my kids.

We can get thru this and we will. It probably won't be easy and only the Lord knows how long it'll be before it comes back, but when you think you're at the end of the rope and you think you can't go on or you just can't do it.... Then you're wrong.
There's no such thing as can't. Its a choice and a matter of what you're willing to do in order to survive. You can do anything and get thru everything if you want to. Might not be easy or glamorous, and sacrifices will be made, but you can get thru it.
So to all my fellow oilfield workers out there, keep your heads up. Eventually we're gonna have to get that oil outta the ground. Till then, do what it takes. Put God and Family first and the rest will take care of itself.

It's been a pleasure working alongside each of you. Chin up, heads held high gentlemen. We are a dying breed able to persevere"

Thanks for posting sir! Best thing I've seen in a long time.

[poisonivie]

bphillips, actually there are two "can'ts" in the oilfield. My Dad told me about them when I broke out roughnecking 41 yrs ago. He said, "Son, there's only two can'ts out here. If you can't do it, you can't stay.

Stay strong fellers.