Jason sighs and heads back out to the rig. Tamara starts getting the information from me for her report. “One thing that I do know, Ken,” she turns to look at me, leaving the report for a minute. “Is that the rig was working last night when we left?”
“Indeed, it was,” I respond as she turns back to the report.
She looks at me again, her face searching mine for truth in this matter. “I don’t believe this is something that you would do, Ken,” she shakes her head, biting her lower lip, mulling over something in her head. “You have so many good reports, like I showed you yesterday.”
“I know, but I’m uncertain why Jason has a bug up his ass,” I sigh and rub my face with both hands. “He wasn’t like this the day I started.”
“Don’t worry about him, just keep doing what you’re doing,” Tamara says handing me the report. “Does this capture it all?”
I nod my head, still reading the paper. “Yes, it’s all there. Thanks.”
“Go work with Jason to get this moving again,” she says. “I believe you can do it.” With a brooding look, I nod and walk out to the busted rig.
The hot head is just standing in the distance with his arms crossed and feet spread.
He’s not going to work with me.