RIP Mr. Chicken

One of my favorite things in Midland is the random "highlights" that stand out. For the last year, the best has been the chicken statue that resides at the park on Wadley across from Midland College. I have to look at it and comment every time we drive by, and as you can tell, I have even stopped to take a picture. Yesterday while giving the new staff a tour of the city I talked up said chicken only to be completely disappointed when it was GONE! And in its place . . . a paper airplane made of metal. Really? Not that the chicken was anything special, but a paper airplane sucks. And don't they realize we are in a recession? Where did they get the money for a new statue? I mean I realize people are drilling again, but the chicken was classic!

I really miss Mr. Chicken :( Can't they just tell me where he is so I can visit him?

Once we were back at the office, I had to make sure my friends the Pioneer Baboons where still in place. I wouldn't be able to stay out here if they were both missing. Good thing they are safe and sound.

Happy Trails . . .

The time has come. Tomorrow I head out West to Midland, TX for my semi-relocation. Now when I tell people how long I will be gone, I usually get the response "That is terrible. I don't know how you do it." My response is "I don't know how I will do it either." Their attitude typically changes when they realize I get to fly home on the weekends. Now although this might not sound too terrible, it is. Consider the following:

1) All of the fun weekday social activities you get to participate in over the next 16 weeks, I will miss.
2) I must pack and un-pack 16 times. That is a lot of pre-planning of outfits.
3) I will eat 3 meals out a day with the same group of 5-8 people. Now don't get me wrong, I like most of these people, but that is a lot of time together. (Not to mention eating out is not so great for the waistline).
4) Miss Rhea will not get to see her Momma very often.
5) Although the TSA agents at Midland/Odessa International Airport know me, I will still get patted down most Fridays because I will have a flow shirt on. It gets real old.

Despite all of these downfalls of traveling, I like my client, I love oil & gas and I put up with my job. I will do my best not to complain to all of you over the next 4 months, but this is my apology in advance. I got myself into this mess when I demanded to work in oil & gas. So peace out for now, and hopefully I will see you when I weekend in Dallas. In the meantime, I will work on finding my rich oil man that can give me PTO for Life! (Hey, a girl can dream, can’t she?)