Why

"Why do you work so hard?"
they asked
"Because there's a giant fucking squirrel eating my brain"
screamed Tim


These are pictures of the standard living conditions at the Rig in Siberia.
The trailers are converted sea cans
They have:
No toilets
No running water
No centralized heating or cooling.
The mattresses smell like BO

However, I would much rather work here!

The Canadian oil patch is boring!
Satellite TV, sit toilets, and showers. Ha

Who needs it?

So what if my coworkers and I smell like dung piles and I poop in a snow bank because the single outhouse on location has a pile of shit jutting out of the hole 10 inches high.

It's good times!
It's primal
It's the way God intended manly men to exist.
We're Rig workers
strong
proud
made of steel and justice

Like Hell!
It SUCKS
Why do we do it?
It's Simple!!!

Money Money Money Money Money Money Money Money Money Money Money Money

Jeezus!
Who the fuck would do it for any other reason?

Peace out Players

What Do you Mean you don't have any Tacos?

In my daily walk to the office I go past this store. You see the welcoming Cheese burger and tasty Taco just beckoning you to go to the Sibersky Bistro and sink into a hot juicy Taco.

I don't miss much about Canada, to be honest, my kids primarily, clean drinking water out of the tap, and TACOS

I am the taco king! My kids and I whip up an awesome mess of soft tacos. Each boy has specialized in certain aspects of the overall process and like a precision instrument we produce Tacos of mythical goodness.

Sadly, corn chips and corn tortillas have not made their way over the Urals. I have searched in vain for them.

Anyway to the point, I like Tacos and this Bistro should, if you believe the sign, have some sort of Taco.
However, when I ventured in there, maneuvered my way through the line of people, attracted the attention of the server (who, like most Russians in the service industry, would rather swallow their tongues then serve you)
I was informed that they did not have, nor would they ever have Tacos.

WHAT THE FUCK

Instead they had the usual warm beer, doughy meat pastries (with chewy mystery meat) and squid chips. The basic crap that is available at every street corner store.

I don't ask much. When I'm on the rig I poop in an outhouse where the poop actually mounds out of the hole. I've learnt to enjoy frozen fish and Vodka (with enough Vodka you could eat your shoes and enjoy it). I actually like some Disco. I even own a pair of pointy shoes that are all the rage here.

All I really want to know is why evil Bistro owner, why do you taunt me so?