Hamad’s Haradh Road Adventures

Yes, it happened again. I had to go to a new rig, but this time it was in Haradh. 260 Km away from my house… I first went on Sunday. They told me that I had to leave to the rig Sunday at around 6 pm. I said no fucking way… the road to Haradh is a 1 lane road… with no lights, no gas stations, and a shitload of trucks that act like corollas (they either go 20 km/hr or 140 km/hr… so basically you’re fucked if you don’t see one coming when you try to overpass the truck that’s moving at 1 km/week in front of you)… I told them that I’d leave work early to go workout then I’ll hit the road. They were fine with it. So, I headed back home at around 11 am… worked out… then as I was driving back home to get my truck, I was waiting at the traffic signal… and yes… a car hit me from the side… and a woman was driving it (women are allowed to drive inside the camp). Now, she came from the left lane and she wanted to turn left… how the hell did she swerve to her right and hit my car from the side? Anyway… she had a ford excursion, and I had a Honda accord… you would think that my car got fucked and nothing happened to her car… but man, those Japanese people are amazing… I got a microscopic scratch on my side view mirror… she got the front right side of her car dent and a long ass streak from front to back. When I got out of the car, the rig called… they said they needed me there in an hour… it’s a fucking 3 hour drive and they said I was supposed to be there at 6… fuckers… anyway… I told the woman that nothing happened to my car… I don’t want to wait 12 days for the police to THINK about coming to see what the problem is… and that obviously it’s entirely her fault… so I don’t give a rat’s ass… when I told her that… she said “well… I’m not too sure if it’s entirely my fault I mean…”… I just stopped her there and said “WHAT???!!! I was stopping at a red light… MY CAR WASN’T MOVING!!!! PLEASE EXPLAIN TO ME HOW IT’S NOT ENTIRELY YOUR FAULT?????”… she got scared and said “oh.. yeah yeah… you’re right… but I need to call my husband”… ofcourse… her husband didn’t have his phone with him so we had to spend around 45 minutes calling his friends to try to contact him… it’s a good thing that he worked in a building near by (it was lunch time… so I was lucky he was in the office)… He saw the car and asked me if I wanted any money to fix my car… I looked at my car… and then I was about to laugh so hard… first of all, my car’s a piece of junk… if it got dent, it’ll probably look better… other than that, I only got a scratch… so I told him it was ok… I just wanted to leave… so he was fine with it and we just agreed that he’d park it somewhere and tell the police that someone hit his car… anyway… I drove to Haradh… which was a long, boring, and dangerous drive… I don’t mind the people that try to overpass cars coming from the opposite direction and they act like they have the right of the road and they try to push you off on the dirt… I don’t mind the psycho truck drivers… I don’t mind that the only enforcement on speed limits they have there is a yellow sign every 100 km saying “becareful… this road is monitored by radars”… what I mind is the fucking stupid camels that stop in the middle of the road, thinking there’s food under the asphalt. Sometimes, they just surprise you and run across the road… anyway, I didn’t have a clue as to where I was going… just kept following the signs that said “haradh”… and usually, if you’re close to the rig, you’ll see a small sign saying “RIG AAA-111… that’a way”… this sign was placed around 20 meters after the left turn to the rig… confused the shit outta me and it was obviously an act of utter stupidity. Anyway… finally I reached the rig at around 4 pm or so… The foreman just said “hi… it’s good you came here… we got 2 hours left til we reach this formation (the one I was supposed to be there to identify)”… So, basically, yeah, he just wanted me to be there early… why?... after we got to talking, I knew why… the guy hates his wife and kids… he loves staying a the rig… and he thinks everyone else in the world is like that… Anyway… around 7 pm we reached where we wanted to reach… finished the job at 9 pm… and guess what? I had to sleep in the rig (I wouldn’t drive back at night on that road even if my life depended on it)… and when I wake up, where do you think I should go? Yeeeeeeeah… you got it… back to the office…
I went back on Monday… Tuesday I had to go back to the rig again… I woke up at around 5 am… and headed to the rig… I was about 50 km away from the damn thing and my supervisor calls me and says “we need you in the office to sign some important papers that need to be submitted today”… Now, don’t think I’m an important man in my department or unit… everyone else is on fucking vacation and I’m not… because I’m newbie, and newbie usually has to take it up the ass… when you have 12 rigs, and 3 engineers to take care of them… it gets kinda… well.. fucked. Anyway, went back to the office… chilled there for a while… signed the damn papers… signed my evaluation… which was basically a copy and paste job off my previous evaluations… (you know your supervisor is a retard when he calls you to say “your evaluation is coming up… could you please send me a summary of what you’ve done while you were here with us?” … summary? I write it? What the fuck is your job then if you don’t know what the hell I’ve been doing for the past 5 months!!!)… anyway… went back and drove to the rig, where I spent Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday afternoon doing absolutely nothing (well, I watched 12 episodes of prison break… finally had time to do that…)… the foreman on call was the biggest, nastiest, stinkiest ass hole I’ve ever seen. You know how some people are fucking dweebs and retarded in school and college… and always get stepped on and treated like shit… and when they actually get a job where they get to boss people around they turn into pure shit and act like they can say or do anything?... yeah… the guy was like that… of course, not with me… I don’t tolerate humiliation very well… it’s the only time when I get violent… but I’ve seen how he humiliated the mud engineer (he was new and a bit young) and it was just… it disgusted me and I hated even being around a 5 mile radius of that guy… and to think he actually has a wife and kids… man… anyway… that’s why I spent most of my time in my room watching prison break… sometimes I just go up to the rig floor and see what they’re doing… the rough necks down there are extremely nice people… Always smiling, always greeting you, they want to talk and tell stories… generally very nice… it’s amazing how a foreman with a college degree has the morals of a donkey, and these rough necks who barely even have a junior high, or high school degree are extremely polite and nice. Anyway, the dining hall down there opened from 7-9 am, 11-1 pm, 5-7 pm, and 11-1 am… I had some meal replacements with me, but they finished quick… so, I had to eat… DAM DAM DAAAAAAAAAAAAAM…. RIG FOOOOOOD!!!! Probably the worst kind of food you could ever eat… even the fruits are deep fried over there. First time I went in there was Tuesday night… at around 12 midnight (yeah, I had 5 meal replacements with me… and I was hungry damn it!!... they were gone real quick)… the lights weren’t even on in that damn place… I came in and just said “hello??? Hellllloooo?”… and then this Bengali dude just popped out of nowhere and just kept smiling when I asked what kind of food they had… until I started using sign language… point at the plate, pointing at my mouth, then twisting my hand as to ask a question… he then understood and said “fe steak… fe rice… fe..”… I just told him to put everything on the plate… I was really hungry and I ate all that stuff… including the burnt piece of wood they call steak… needless to say, I didn’t feel so well that night… going from extremely clean food to the worst thing you can put in your mouth within a couple of hours is just not good for your GI track. (Discretion is advised)… the farts were just horrible!!! I had so much gas build up from that food and I had to let it out… and man… you know when you fart, and you smell it, and it stinks so bad you just wanna puke? Yeah, that kind…. Man… and it just kept going on all night… all I had as an air freshner that day was my can of deodorant… I kept spraying that shit all night long… by morning time, the room smelled like someone shit in a bottle of vodka. I woke up at around 9 am (that’s the best thing there… I get to fucking sleep)… waited til 11 am… and yup… you guessed it… I went to have lunch at the same fucking place… later on … same thing happened… stanky stanky… got hungry at 5…. Yup… went back to eat… I had nothing to eat!!! You have to understand… I admit, I could’ve brought a lot of food with me… but, I didn’t fucking feel like it… and I was as depressed as hell… staying without my wife for 3 days is torture!! So I had to have some chocolate to cheer me up… too bad there wasn’t any… there was only jello for desert... and I don’t know how you can actually fuck up jello… but they managed to do that… they probably added vegetable oil instead of water. Anyway… I finished the job on Thursday and headed back home… then my weekend started on Thursday at 6 pm… cocksuckers.

A new trainee

I talked to Bandar last week and he told me that someone has been watching his progress at the gym and asked him what he was doing. So Bandar told him to contact me. Bandar called me and explained. So, I agreed to chat with him. He called me and I explained to him that, currently, I’m not training anyone anymore until things settle down, because I want to be fair with everyone and give them the time they deserve. I can’t do it right now because of work. He told me that he didn’t want my time and he just wanted me to tell him what to do exactly… He wanted to meet me in person so we could talk more. I met him yesterday. The only word I could use to describe him is “freak”… The guy had the genetics to be a pro. He was young, with full muscle bellies and the muscle maturity of a 40 year old. He wasn’t that big, but the guy just “popped”… like his muscles were on top of his skin… we talked and I asked him about his diet and training… After he told me… I hated myself and wanted to quit bodybuilding. The guy did everything and anything that you don’t want to do to progress. The guy used extremely high volume with light weights, he ate like a bird, he doesn’t sleep, he doesn’t drink much water, he doesn’t know how much protein he takes in per day on anything else (he eats around 150 grams of protein per day after examining his diet… that’s almost what a normal non training individual would eat in 2 sittings)… he kept doing the typical shit that beginners do for all of his life… he doesn’t even know what kind of protein he’s taking in his shakes… he just said that a guy told him this was good, and another one told him another brand was good, so he bought both… one of them was myoplex… shit in a sachet. The other I’ve never heard of. I seriously wanted to cry…. Or hit him… To know that I’m doing this job 50 times better than this guy and getting not even 1/10th of the results he’s getting… that’s how genetics fuck with you. There are other things that I can’t talk about, but the guy basically didn’t know what the hell he was doing. I have never seen anyone (in person) with this guy’s genetics. The only flaw he has is his calves. They have high insertion points like the majority of the population. When I asked him where he stored most of his fat (because his goal is to get in contest shape)… he just looked at me as if I asked him who killed Jimmy Hoffa!! So I told him, where? In the stomach? Lower back? Arms? Quads? Where? … he said “I don’t know… all over I guess… I really don’t know”… fucking great… the guy has even fat distribution in his body… bil 3arabi if he enters a contest using the McDonald’s diet from hell, he’d smoke everyone on stage.
I wanted to say no… but I had to know what would happen if this guy trained and ate correctly… I’ll keep you updated.

Fucking genetics… It’s funny how I posted a bit on genetics yesterday morning, and then I met him last night… he was living proof of what I said!