Poor guy- he called me just before he headed to work last night on the rig, and through the static on the phone, I asked him if he got enough sleep because it was really going to suck to work 13 hours. No response- I thought our connection had been lost- again- and then he asked, “WTF do I have to work 13 hours for?”
“The clocks go back tonight, sweetie. At 2 AM it goes back to 1, and since you’re working from 6 PM until 6 AM, you get to work 13 hours.” duh. OK- well, he didn’t know this, so I unwittingly took down the morale of both my fiance and his entire crew on the tower. In fact, my fiance called me back five minutes later to tell me that I had effectively pissed off the driller and the entire crew, since NONE of them knew that the clocks were going back last night, and none were prepared to work 13 hours out in the freezing snowy temperatures. Whoops.
“Well, maybe the morning tower doesn’t know either, and they’ll all show up at 5, and then THEY’LL have to work the 13 hours?” I lovingly suggested. “Hey, I never thought of that!” my fiance exclaimed. “You’re so smart and beautiful, and the most perfect, adorable fiancee in the whole, wide world. I’m going to buy you that $40,000 truck you wanted when I get home, big kiss!” he added (OK- he didn’t say any of that- but he should have. What he said was, “Hold on a sec, sweetie. Hey, drill! Don’t tell that “f**king stupid ass mornin’ tower the clocks go back! Maybe those retarded mother f**kers don’t know yet and we’ll get to leave early!” followed by muffled laughter and shuffling of the cell phone).
Well, the “retarded mother f**kers” must’ve known the clocks went back last night, because my fiance and his crew had to work the whole 13 hours (I got a “I’m tired as f**k sweetie. I’ll call you later” text at just about 6:30). Ha ha- poor guy. At least I informed him of the demise he was about to encounter, and he got to be the bearer of bad news instead of me (hey, I was also the one who taught my fiance how to update the roaming capabilities on his cell phone, which he shared with the whole crew, so now they are all secretly in love with me as they all get better service and call call their worried ladies more often, so it all balances out).
Needless to say, when my man comes home from this hitch, he’s probably going to take a nap right on the living room floor (hey, maybe I won’t have to clean house- he’ll be too tired to notice!) which is fine by me. I just want my man to get home safe. 31 hours until he gets here….