Fuckin' Pipelinin'....

What up fellas? I get a couple of minutes a week to get on the internet so I thought I'd post a way overdue blog... So yeah, for the last 2 or 3 weeks I've been in a little town about 2 hours from Fort St. John, called Chetwynd. Small place about the size of souris... Been working everyday 10-12 hours (getting paid for 12 though...), and staying at the cockaroach motel living like a king... I got my own fridge, microwave, t.v. (with cable), and the maids make my bed everyday and give me new soap... Other than that, it smells like piss, it's dirty, and the bed is uncomfy at best. Basically a redneck ghetto. I get free food everyday at a chinese restaurant too. It's pretty funny, you can get whatever the fuck you want, and they make your lunch the next day, we definetely take advantage of this... As far as the actual work, I've been working with this guy who I thought was an alright guy, then one day about a week ago he showed up in a not so good mood and has been giving me and everyone else with little experience shit ever since, he makes it so that your scared to fucking move around him and end up fucking up more than you ever would. But luckily I'll be done of this job either tommorow or the next day, and will more than definetly ask not to work with this guy again... So what do I do exactly all day? Basically they have long ass pipelines going through the mountains and every 40 feet or so they weld it together. For a while I was shrinking these plastic sleeves over the welds with a huge flame thrower. Pretty cool. You just walk down the line and do one after the other for miles... But for the last little while we've been putting together the ends of the lines into the facilities which is pretty fucked up and definetely a shittier job. So tommorow will be my cutoff day for my check which is my first ringer (14 days in a row). I should clear 2400-2600 bones... I get paid 16 bones an hour and get 4 hours overtime a day.... Pretty sweet. Anyway fellas sorry for such a long Darcy eske email, but it had to be done.

Laters,

Donnie