Dream of an iceberg oil patch
Jan. 4th, 2015 12:37 amI suit up in my cold-weather welding gear and report. The whole works was built into an iceberg. The platform in the centre, atop the stack under which sits the drill that goes down down into the rich rich reserves of petrochemicals. But there's something amiss. We caught a whale in there, and she is not happy.
Bothered, I cut out early of shift. We fly out of there. But I don't know how to use the skimmer.
Despite cutting out early, I still have a job and a paycheque. We go back later. The inside of the berg is slush and there's a black-and-rainbow sheen atop it. The whale is there. Still unhappy, but not in a mystic environmentalist kind of way - just a "I don't like this sh*t" kind of way."
Our office boss, she is there in her finery and her black and red robes with her twin daughters. She negotiates with the whale.d