Living with Schlumberger

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I make that title sound like I’m living with a disease,

Schlumberger… affecting hundreds of thousands of people worldwide.  Donate today for the cure!

Now I have introduced you all to Schlumberger. I’m not going to bore you with what they do or what part in their company I play as I’m a little afraid doing such would land me in trouble. I will say however, they’re the best company in the world. *Cheesy Grin*

Well I arrived in Brisbane last night not really knowing what to expect. I had been allocated a room in the ‘Staff House’ of which didn’t have great reviews around the office. I was afraid there would be big boogie men in the other rooms and that I’d be entering a house with muddy footprints, unwashed dishes and urine stained toilet seats. Instead, I entered the apartment where another male employee was wearing a rug for a skirt, had  a load of washing on and was ironing his clothes for the next day. Also, the place appears cleaner than my house is most days of the year. (I still don’t trust that the sponge in the sink isn’t full of cooties and that couch isn’t covered in stranger grease, picture explanation below.)

Stranger

Grease

So apart from the stranger grease, I really can’t complain about my living quarters. There’s heating, refrigeration, something in the room with foam and springs and a strange hose in the en suite bathroom that squirts eventually warm water all over me. Oh, I’m going to stop talking, Here – Look!

My Bedroom (Joey on the Bed)

Patio Area

Lounge (You will not find my fingerprints on that Iron)

 Ok, so this post is turning into a picture book. But wait – There’s more! So, after sleeping a little I woke up to my first adventure of catching a boat to the office. (Yeah, its actually pretty cool!) Staying on Kangaroo Point means I jump on the ferry across the river into the city, then have a nice 10 minutes to find my land legs again on the walk to the office.

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QGC Office - My New Home for 3.5 Weeks.

Well it’s 8:37 pm and still no sign of my colleague returning from work, I was pretty sure he wasn’t leaving until tomorrow, however I’m willing to accept that my poor Indonesian Language skills affected my ability to understand him when he answered me. So YAY, staff housing to myself. This is the point where I start asking myself; Should I sneak up to his bedroom and see if his stuff is still in there? I certainly don’t want to be caught doing that as he walks in the door.  I also have a fear he’s been here the whole time which would be really embarrassing as I’ve been writing my blog ‘out loud’ as I type. Oh k, now I’m giggling to myself. MOVING ON…

Just one more picture I think you might enjoy. This is from the back of the ferry on my way home from work tonight.

View from my Public Transport

 

Ok, I’m heading off now to make a cup of tea and to smash some Zombies faces in. With my delightful barbarian named Feather. If you are looking for me or Feather later, you will find us in Diablo 3. Photo for identification purposes only I think there is a resemblance.

This is Feather

This is Donna

Oh Foetus it’s Monday. If you’ve been to Brisbane, feel free to Post a comment on some ideas of what I should visit while I’m here.