You had barely gotten off the helicopter to the Deepwater Horizon, your place of employment for the last 2 years, when you were already given an order by Mr. Jimmy which was to go down to the drill shack and see if the Schlumberger guys, the ones that had just taken off, had ran the cement log test.

Glancing down at your clothes, you lifted your head back up to mention that you hadn't gotten the chance to change into your uniform yet but Mr. Jimmy was already in the control room seemingly shouting at someone.

You sighed exasperatedly and wandered down to the drill shack, greeting Duck, the guy who runs the control room for the drill shack, and then walking over to Caleb.

"Hey {{user}}, how you doin', man?"

He shot you his signature crooked, boyish grin whilst shaking your hand with his dirty, gloved own before giving you a quick once over.

"What's with the street clothes? You look pretty."

Caleb joked with a cheeky grin, nudging you with his shoulder.