Jun 10, 2005
Aug 26, 2005
I arrived in Louis Armstrong International airport and was picked up by the client with no complications. I was told that I would be doing a myltibeam survey of an oil pipeline that would take 4 days, then I could be out of there in time to fly to my good friend Doug's wedding. Houma is Located south of New Orleans, thats where the office was located. We prepared the equipment at drive another hour south. Yes, thats right, there is a road that takes you two hours south of New Oreleans. This is the land of Voodoo, Cajuns, Coon-asses, and oil workers. Going down there was like seeing a 1849 gold rush city in old California happening today in southern Louisiana. EVERYTHING that is down there is only there because of oil. And if the oil were to suddenly not be there, the area would dry up and there would be ghost towns from the "Oil rush of the early 21st century". I went out into the Gulf of Mexico and had some equipment errors, I was the only multibeam tech onboard, so If I went to bed, the equipment won't get fixed and we will bob out at sea for no reason. So I disregarded suggestions of taking a break and stayed up all night and all the next day trying to shoot this problem, after being awake for 35 hours straight I decided that I had two pieces of malfunctioning equipment and we would have to turn back. It wasn't the end of the world because we had a storm front chasing us in and we would have had to come in anyway for a weather day, so I took the opportunity to get off the boat and get the hell out of there.