There's been a load of compromising...on the road to my horizon |
What I've learned so far is that electricity is only one of the components of an oil field electrician's life. The level and square and tape measure are my most used tool...not crimpers because everything has to look like the space shuttle or else I get fired. I ask, "Is it plumb?" all the time. It's an interesting line of work and 70 hours is about an average week so I'm short on time to bloviate about my inner universe. There's nothing like staring 600 volts down to make you forget about your depression. One minute I was driving a JLG lift to adjust flood lights and
the next minute servicing a flawed generator/pump jack disconnect involving a rod pump control module (as an ominous lightning storm approached). As long as I can keep the hours of digging trenches to a minimum then these compromises are something I can live with.
4 comments:
I fucking love this song period
Signed chicken fucker
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QynK5IDalmA
Isn't this more appropriate?
Poncho
good call
but I'm really one step removed from the linesman. I'm at the 480v disconnect end...and the bending conduit and building racks at midnight.
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