There was a point - standing on the helideck of the platform in the middle of the Irish Sea - dressed in a bright yellow michelin suit, my hands rapdily turning blue and my face losing all sensation as 40 knots of icy wind blasted into me - there was a point where I thought. I really need to win the lottery...or buy me a pair of warm gloves and a big hat!
Still - life stuck on a big lump of metal in the middle of the sea away from the day to day normality of the rest of the world does have it's benefits. There's no baby to change offshore. No nappies to place in vacuum-sealed radioactive bin bags. No bottle feeds at 3am in the morning (I'll gladly take a muster at 3am over a bottle feed!).
And you actually get to sleep for 4 maybe 5 hours in a row. Yep - in a row! This is brilliant. This is great news. I never thought I'd be at my desk feeling fresh and lively at 6:15 in the morning. Though - when your PC is literally ten yards from your cabin - this is probably quite achievable. If I could convince them to install a PC in my cabin - right by the bunks - then we've made it. Eutopia. I could actually work from bed. I could possibly even train myself to work in my sleep - or some sort of hybridised state between wakefulness and sleep (I think this state is generally called parenthood and is a form of zombiefication) - but it is worth a try.
I shall investigate and report back my findings.
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