Procrastination, the tutorial

I don't think anyone need a tutorial for this, but this is how I do it.

First off sit down in front of you computer and open up you favorite webbrowser. Then go through some of your usual sites and no speedbrowsing with rss-feeds allowed.

Then download some good TV-series, sit back and enjoy. The beauty with TV-series is that you always have time for just one more episode. Before you know it you've seen a season and spent a whole day doing nothing.

Easy, isn't it?

Getting ready for some more stunts on an oilrig near you.

This is the helmet I wear and it rocks.

If there is such a thing near you. A week has gone since my climbingstunt out on the oilrig. The one that got me sent back to land as fast as possible.

Since then I've bought an iPod video 60GB (which is really cool), a new mainboard for my computer and generally procrastinated as much as humanly possible. My next trip offshore is starting on friday and I'm crossing my fingers and hoping I won't do anything as stupid as the last time. Until then I'm filling up my iPod with Simpsons episodes and pretending as much as possible to be normal.

Taking a backup of the blog template

is something I should remember to do before I change anything in the template of this blog. At this moment there is an error I can not find hidden in the code somewhere.

update: Magic has happened and my template has miraculously fixed itself. I just love it when things like that happens.

Monkeybusiness offshore

Yet again something exciting happens in my adventurous life. Today I got deported from an oilrig because I did a climbingstunt in front off the platform chief. It is safe to say that the audience did not like the performance. It was in fact the most serious breach on safetyrules he had seen since 1992. (the first version of the rig sank in 1992...)


So how does a chief on an oilrig act to say that he didn't like your performance?
- First off you are not allowed to move outside the living quarters anymore. (As if you've suddently become a threat to safety on board.)
- Then you have to pack all your equipment and get ready to leave on the first flight back to land. (Resulting in an urgent job being postponed until things settle.)
- Then you have to write an extensive report on what happened and participate in a safety-debriefing with everyone on board with the word "safety" in their job-title. (the big bosses on the platform also attend here.)
- At the same time "petroleumstilsynet" starts an investigation commition to investigate what happened and how it can be avoided in the future. (I'm preparing for the chat I'm going to have with them soon.)


Then he tells you have a pleasant day and wish you a nice flight back on shore.

new domain jonmoe.net

jonmoe.net does from now on point to somewhere I control.

Once again. normal life

Finally a crib with a lush feeling to an affordable price.

So my first trip offshore got a litle longer than I planned. And what did I learn during this first trip?

- without my cellphone I don't know what time it is.
- during three weeks my nails grow beyond the comfort zone.
- bring something to read that will last one week longer than you think you'll need.

Enough about that, I'm currently looking for an appartment. The basement at home is ok temporary, but as an.. uhm .. 27ish years old guy, it is not a place to settle down. Hence, you have the reason for the posted picture above.

Is this normal life!?

The last six months I spent sailing from Norway through Europe, Africa, Brasil and the Caribean and now I'm working. So how is life as a working man then?


This is how my first weeks have been:


first week: safetycourse to be able to go offshore
second week: working in office. Mostly just getting my office sorted out and my computers up and running how I want them to run.
Third week: went offshore to an oilrig-complex in the north sea named ekofisk. The largest out here, and if I'm not wrong one of the oldest. A normal day goes like this:
0600: wakeup-alarm rings
0630: breakfast (three pancakes with blueberryjam, bacon and, a glass of milk and one of orangejuice.)
0700: walks half a km to get to the place I'm working
0745: finnished with all forms I need to fill out and at the place I'm actually doing my work
1200: lunch (30 min)
1900: finishing work out on the platform and starting to get all the neccessary papers in order to get back for dinner.
1915ish: Dinner (30 min)
->2130ish: postprossesing of all the data I've collected during the day and backup (this part can take everything from an hr to several.)
2330: bedtime (if I'm finished with postprosessing)


fourth week: look third week
fifth week: I thought I was only allowed to be out 14 days... looks like 21 is the actual limit. I moved my flight from monday to friday. Five more days at sea.


So how is my scedule the coming weeks then?
sixth week: office
seventh week: offshore again, this time to Sleipner. They say the standard is better there. First trip where I'm fully responsible for the job. Second trip in total.
eight week: office until friday when it seems like I'm going back out offshore to finish a job.


It shure is a different life, being a working man.