Am I Done Yet?

Well, I'm officially half-way into my hitch, but I think it's only fixing to slow down. Usually, my hitch is split into two halves. The first half (2weeks) I spend with the most unbearably incompetent person on the planet - understandably this is a fairly miserable 2weeks. The bright spot is the half-way point. Typically after two weeks, the sycophant leaves, and a fella that I really enjoy working with, learn a lot from every time, and really runs his business in a way that I aspire to emulate, takes his place. Unfortunately, because we're having visa issues with the Russian government - I've got to endure an extra week with God's most useless waste of skin.
So, to mitigate feeling like I'll never leave - I've adapted a new counting system to keep track of how many days I have left. The old counting consisted of not counting your last day at work (you're going home... it just doesn't count), and the current day (because getting out of bed is the hardest part, and if you're lucid enough to count - that part's over). This system works well when the remaining days are in single digits.
For occasions such as this where days remaining are in the double-digits. I've adpoted the new "Steak Night" system. Every Saturday, we have a barbecue steak dinner in a special "barbecue shack" which will be blogged about at a later date. Well, as near as I can figure - even though I get to work on a Wednesday, I really don't get started until after Steak Night on Rriday (it takes that long to get used to the jet-lag and funny sleep schedule). Then, by the fourth Steak Night - the hitch is practically over (the last few days don't really matter because... well, I haven't figured that out yet but I'll justify it somehow). Thus, I really only work the three weeks between the first Steak Night, and the fourth. And by this method, I've only got 10 days of work left - not bad.
I'll post some more uplifting blogs when the atmosphere around here improves in another week, but for now - enjoy this video of a roughneck I've never met, but I really admire his propensity for being able to have fun at work. If you look carefully, you can see the rotary turning in the left foreground (this is how any well is drilled) - which makes this a particularly hazardous little dance... but most enjoyable things involve some element of poor judgement, so this is easily forgiveable. It's not hard to tell where this hand spends all his time and money