Well, I’ve spent the past year and half ever since being layed off from the oilfield trying to make it on land. It’s not working. I was hoping I could find a career allowing me to be home every night and see my family, friends and dog. Maybe i’ve worked offshore too long, I feel institutionalized, I can’t put a finger on it, but it’s been so hard to transition to a regular job, and trying to START over in a new career field, just hasn’t worked out for me. Im only 32, but i think ive finally settled the long standing debate in my head, ill probably work offshore the rest of my life. Part of me feels depressed over this outlook, because I don’t know how i’ll ever have a family and kids. Do i really want to bring a kid into the world with me working 28/14? Then part of me feels content, that i can finally settle the longstanding debate in my head, and go back to making good money.
Has anyone else gone though a time like this? Where you regretted being gone all the time for the sake of money? Kinda makes me ponder the question of life, why are we here? Just to work 10 months a year, being gone from family and essentially not having a life. I have worked with people who literally never stepped off the ship, are they happy? I don’t think so. I used to work with a captain who worked 300 days a year, i think he was borderline crazy. Why do we do this to ourselves? Is that how you want your life story to be? Kids hate you, you’ve been divorced 3 times, but HEY I got a corvette in my garage. I’ve sure met a lot of depressed mariners in my day, who seem to be trapped.
I’m not complaining. I am blessed to have the ability to make good money offshore. But I can’t help but think about these things sometimes.
Sorry, hope this isn’t too philosophical or sappy. Just wanting to talk about something that has bugged me for a long time.