Oilfield Trash, Part 2

Heard my cell ringing while I was in the Shower Sunday morning. I struggled to answer it, but missed it. As I brushed my teeth it rang again. This time I answered it. It was my old buddy with OIlfield Services telling me about things that he needs me to do next week. As he spoke I wondered why this couldn’t wait until monday. None of the items need be handled today. So I asked him what’s up with the Sunday morning call? He said, Welcome to the Oilfield. I said, look that barnett shale has been down there for millions of years. He said that’s right but it don’t know it’s Sunday. I know it’s ok to work Sunday if the Ox is in the Ditch. But that don’t mean push him in there Saturday night.