Men at Work

That’s some real hustle on display, backed up by long experience, I’ll bet. There are at least four men visible on that crew, and they all know what they’re about at all times. I believe that the unofficial word for their jobs is roughneck, but everyone on a rig like that is not all doing the same job. There are derrick hands, and drillers, and floorhands, and motormen, and roustabout jobs on rigs like these. I don’t think any of these guys is technically a roughneck. I think these guys would be called floor hands. Maybe one of them is a derrick hand. One might be a motorman.

Cruising around the intertunnel, I find that the salaries these guys make don’t vary a lot with their different job descriptions.

You can work offshore if you want to bump up your salary some.

The fellows in the video might lose a finger if they’re a little slow getting out of the bight of the chain, but at least they’re not likely to drown in the bargain. It’s a nice, sunny day on the rig in the video, but I imagine their game doesn’t get called on account of rain, or snow.  They’re all smiles, and working super-efficiently, but I’ll bet they grimace and tough it out on plenty of bad weather days, too.

There is only one way to earn the respect of men like this. Pull your weight. That’s it. Don’t show up late, or drunk, or high, or fiddle with a phone, or daydream. Know your role, and stick to it. Don’t clown around, except maybe at lunch. Hustle, especially when it really matters. Prepare for the next thing as soon as the last thing is finished.

No one’s getting rich here, except whoever owns the hole in the ground. It would be vanishingly easy to get hurt, or even killed, if you took your eye off the ball, or the guy next to you did. They are useful people, and worthy of our admiration.

The world pays guys who torture a little Python code into a phone app $350k a year, and these guys 1/7 of that, because the world didn’t ask me beforehand.

How Real Men Play Tetris

I’ve actually performed this same job several times. I have not, however, performed it like that. You have two choices, of course: Tough on the back, or tough on the knees. In the long run, it doesn’t matter which you choose, because when you wear one out, you switch to the other one, and wear that out too.

When The Tractor Cab Looks Like NASA, Find a Good Terranaut

I know I’m supposed to be some kind of impressed with your college degree from Flyover Directional State University, but there must be something wrong with me. I’m not. It’s nothing personal. I don’t have a college degree. Feel free to look down your nose at me, if you can see past your nose ring. Me? I try to take people as I find them.

I guess I should qualify that opening remark a little. I assume there are still future thoracic surgeons floating around out there. People are still graduating with degrees in electrical engineering, industrial engineering, or computer science, aerospace engineering, or something similar. They make things like that tractor in the video and the satellites it’s talking to. But we’ve recently seen exactly how superfluous a PHD at the end of your name is in the soft sciences, never mind a BA. And yet, there’s a pandemic of snootiness from college grads towards guys like you see in the video. Ick. His hands are dirty. He can’t be too bright.

Listen to how intelligent, productive, and articulate this farmer is. He never hesitates, never stumbles, never mumbles. He understands everything going on in that cab, and outside it, too. He is feeding thousands of people with his efforts. He even tracks the decreased yield per acre when the seed placement goes out of tolerance. The video is a 19-minute soliloquy of resourceful, worthwhile activity.

There’s an old joke in Caddyshack, I think, a movie I’ve never seen. A nasty person makes a cutting remark to an average guy, “That’s OK, the world needs ditchdiggers, too.” I’ve heard it spoken many, many times. Each and every time I’ve heard it, my eye twitched, because I’ve worked cheek by jowl with plenty of ditch diggers. Even twenty years ago, they were laying out those ditches using a satellite and lasers. I can assure you that no person I’ve heard repeat that remark would be remotely qualified to be a ditch digger, because they weren’t smart enough to start with, never mind physically and mentally tough enough.

People should have some respect for things they don’t understand. The modern college education makes damn sure you don’t understand damn near everything. The fellow in the video might even have a college degree, who knows? If so, it doesn’t seem to have hurt him any.

Git Er Dun

I don’t know the provenance of this image. If I did, I’d drive to wherever this guy is, and shake his hand. I’d probably want to wash my hands directly after, but by gad this guy needs an attaboy.

If you’re unfamiliar with the gewgaws in the image, I’m here to help. As far as I know, a Vortec engine is from a Chevy of some sort. I’ve never owned a Chevy anything. I supposed I’d drive one if you gave it to me and asked nicely, but for the most part I’ve never been interested. I could just about put up with a split-window ’63. If you have an extra one lying around, feel free to mail it to me. But my affection for that model is only because it was one of the cars that came with my Aurora slot car set.

I don’t know what that pipe is doing on a Chevy. It looks like some form of exhaust gas recirculation or something similar. Well, this dude didn’t have a replacement part, or is just my kinda guy, I don’t know, but he’s used several PVC plastic plumbing fittings and a couple of Fernco fittings to replace the original.

It brings a tear to my eye. A Cuban mechanic would approve of that, and might even try it himself, or would if they had indoor plumbing down there. Do what you can, where you are, with what you’ve got. Words to live by.

Do Stuff. Fix Junk. Make Things

This video is almost an hour long, but it’s well worth your time.

I often point out that woodworking videos on the intertunnel seem fairly strange to me, and occasionally infuriating. Pretty much everyone’s making ugly things in weird ways. There’s a generational divide that enters into it that I more or less understand. Younger fellers are much more interested in auto restorations than house renovations. When I was a kid, the local handy guy would have a table saw, an radial arm saw, and maybe a router in their basement. And lots of baby food jars full of wood screws, of course. Today’s handy feller down the street is much more likely to have a MIG welder and an angle grinder and an engine dolly in his garage. My own son is constantly fixing his elderly car rather than having it fixed, for example. I fix my car because I have to. He likes doing it.

I think the general idea people share about the modern economy is that everything is going to be available and disposable. I doubt it. I think more people should learn how to rely on their own mettle to restore their own metal, and many other things that have been discarded without a second thought. Not just because you might have to, although that’s possible. Because you want to is just as good.