Winter in Louisiana means fog. Fog means that my commute goes from 50 minutes to up to 75 minutes. Fog means that Jason drives to the shore base in Venice, LA at 2:30am only to have to wait until noon to get a boat to his platform. So the work is delayed. Fog means that the day he plans to come home and fog rolls in at noon that the boat is delayed until 8pm and then the trip takes twice as long. Then Jason gets to drive home in said fog. This week he got home on Tuesday night/Wednesday morning at 2am and had to be at work for a 7:30am meeting. Oh how life has changed from Norway. Jason did earn some brownie points at work from his last trip out to the "rig" when he helped the crew contain an small oil leak. He got covered in oil in the process and thankful kept all the oil out of the ocean. His boss was pretty proud that their new "doctor" could get dirty.
My foggy commute on a good day
The doctor getting dirty
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Driving over those LOOOONG bridge things that cross the swampy areas of Louisiana freak me out. I am always scared we'll go over the edge and an alligator will eat me. Seriously. And congrats to Jason for showing them that he's a MacGyver engineer (we always knew he was).
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