I Still Got My Oilfield Pride….

As the days pass by and the work dries up, I start to wonder where it all went.
My little girl asks me to buy her this and that, I look at her, shaking my head knowing all the moneys all spent.

My loving wife started working full-time to help us pay the bills, as I drive down the road, looking for work, all the stacked rigs I see gives me chills.

I miss the guys on the rigs, the bond we had, the brotherhood of working the patch. Whatever my next job is, that same feeling will be hard to match.

I used to have a swagger when I walked, knowing that I could provide, with the jobs all gone and all eye’s on me, now all I have left is my oilfield pride !!!!!