Missing Things

So I am offshore. I have decided, against the grain, to not make this a part of the Middle of the North Sea series because of several points – the first obviously being that this is my latest, and not unique trip, and is hopefully part of several trips coming up, if things go right. Maybe it will mean less trips, who knows. What it has made me realise is the changes that have taken place in my life since my last trip offshore. The secondly is that whilst I am on here, I'm not alone... and not experiencing anything different really. Well... apart from the subject of this post, obviosuly. But there are a few things coming out of this trip which may make up rants in later life, like one about Cunts, but hey, that's life. Anyway...

My last time offshore was exactly a year ago, on Forties Charlie. This time I am on Beatrice Alpha, and it’s a different kind of platform, with more people that I know, and a more relaxed attitude to the manner of working. This has it positives and it’s negatives. Most of the things are positive – the people are more friendly, the safety aspect is more inherent in the new atmosphere, and importantly it’s a little quieter to do the work in, almost a patient expectation of the work that you need to do… and that's much nicer than the almost guilty feeling I had when offshore on Forties. It felt like, even though I couldn’t do more work, I felt like I should be. But this relaxed pace makes me think more about stuff and that’s a problem.

Because here, I have no way to contact people other than the landline and the email system, as Facebook and Twitter are off-limits, inexplicably to be honest. I can access them in my office, so why not offshore? Not sure why. What this thinking time has made me realise what I actually miss from life onshore... and some of the things that I miss have surprised me, affirmed some things, but most importantly made me realise what I don’t need to miss.

Like Facebook, Twitter, Internet, Talking on Forums etc… this part of my life... something I engage in quite a bit, especially Facebook, is surplus to my life, it’s not as necessary as a phone call. Just calling someone and talking to them makes me happier than reading a hundred articles about anything online. I could trawl TV Tropes for hundreds of hours and in the moment I talk to someone from land it reminds me what I really miss, and that’s my friends. Being around people that haven’t been forced to be with me through work, but those I am close friends with that I work with is a much nicer feeling. I suppose this isn't so much a revelation, but it's been hammered home to me this trip a little more than others. Probably because I haven't had to miss people.

In saying that however, I was dealt a crushing blow when I saw Facebook was blocked…