A lot of weird things happen. Wars cause Oil price to shatter the ceiling, Wars cause reporters to run haywire and Wars cause superheroes to fly. So how possibly could Clark Kent manage to don the cape, and also manage to keep the management at Daily Planet happy about his absence. Saddam Hussain was no Lex Luthor. He required Superman to take more bullets on the chest, more flying time, more muscle flexing. So while Superman was content, Clark Kent wasn’t. He got fired.
Ok, so this is how the situation stands - frugal bank balance, no job and a rock solid body.
Ms Lois Lane shed a few tears when Clark cleared his desk but he was thinking something else.
“Where is all money in these days? IT sector, Nah!, what possible could come out of punching codes? Investment banking, Nah!, shedding an Armani suit in a telephone booth to fly away when needed would mean a new suit each day. Tough Luck! So now what? Let me think. What had caused the war? Oil, right? That is on a big high these days. Well that’s an interesting idea. Oil Industry. Now which company? I’ve heard that these E&P biggies do a lot of layoffs. I wouldn’t want to lose my job again. Service companies sound nice. Which is the best? Schlumberger. Weird name though. Sounds like Schumacher eating a hamburger. Let’s give it a shot”
So Superman A.K.A Clark Kent was in. OFS-I went fine except for the fact that Clark did not get flight reservations done. Apparently he did not need them. Some wondered why?
He was in for Well Services (Frac Division****). A lot of SLB’s money would have been saved had he been generous enough to ram the ground with all his might but that he did not do. Incognito was the key for super- heroism. Pre-School, School and Post-School were eventless. His bunk-house roomie was happy to have the rest-room at his disposal every morning. Sometimes he did ponder about Clark’s toilet habits though. Even the laundry-staff grunted at finding a blue coverall with “Clark Kent” on the lapel, smudged with mud, behind the bunkhouse but they never looked questioningly at a red underwear.
Peter Parker met similar fate when Mr. J. Jonah Jamison, editor-in-chief at Daily Bugle, found it too hard too hard to negotiate with him. The freelancer job was gone. He now had to support Mary Jane too, who was beautiful nevertheless but her theatrical prowess did not fetch enough money. Building slinging wasn’t getting him anywhere.
Ah! Now our millionaire superhero, Bruce Wayne. Inheritance doesn’t last that long and Rupert Murdoch’s hostile takeover of Wayne Broadcasting Corp, reduced him to rags. Also Robin, a good for nothing fella was eating on his resources. Should I sell the Bat-Mobile? But how long will that keep me stuffed? Maybe I should ask Val Kilmer or George Clooney to pull me through? No! Batman never asks for help. Let me find a job then. Yes that’ll be the best.
Similar fate struck Green Lantern, Flash, Wonder Woman and Hawk Girl. Sounds wee-much of a coincidence but then fate is fate and fiction is fiction. So now all our heroes met at their outer-space hangout/headquarters for their weekly rendezvous. Superman, as usual, presided over the meet. He sat at the end of the long table, others alongside poring over their dossiers. Robin took the minutes. After the usual who-bashed-which-baddie discussion, things came down to bread-butter. Superman told them about the great company he was working for (The F.S.M of which meanwhile was fuming at the locked toilet door).
“Why don’t you guys join in? We are a team in capes and masks, now we could be a team in coveralls too” “But why this company? I mean I could do a regular job and still be happy about it” : Batman
“Yeah! But then it’ll be only you and not us. We could all be in together, and on top of it our powers might come in handy there”
“Would they take a girl? Sounds like quite a manly-burly job” : Hawk Girl
“Like what you do now is Barbie feeding! On top of it, you stand a better chance of getting in than Spidey or Flash here!”
“Ok but how do I hide my wings?”
So a month later every one was in the family. Two got into wireline, one in well services and three in DnM.
What happened over the next few months was inexplicable.
Stuck tools got jarred free when no one was around. Colossal amounts of sand got moved overnight. Wireline snapped while taking station but the tool held as a knot was found tied on the surface. Support vessel capsizes in rough sea, but survivors claim rescue was uncanny. Spider web found on top of the mast and a black spandex underwear in the laundry. Some eyebrows went up.
On a fateful day, thunderclouds roll by, lightening crackles and the earth rumbles. MET record a 10.2 Richter quake. Epicenter five miles of the coast of Norway. Valhall platform quivers and starts buckling. Jack-up rig docked to platform also succumbs. Evacuation siren tears through the night. 175 crew on board. Will they make it before the legs give away?
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Silhouette of seven people seen in the distant sky blotted against the fog lights. The tilting platform screeched to a halt and the jackup was held by a mesh of web. Clang ! Bang ! And Clang ! The threat passed. Lifeboats went back to the davits and the crowd cheered.
Next day four SQ-RIR’s were registered stating FE was missing from jobsite.
So that’s about the story of the mighty people working for the equally mighty, blue-billion company, Schlumberger.
For people looking forward to the other adventures of the league rush to the stands to grab a copy of the next issue of DC Comic or subscribe in Quest.
So far life is great.
Ok, so this is how the situation stands - frugal bank balance, no job and a rock solid body.
Ms Lois Lane shed a few tears when Clark cleared his desk but he was thinking something else.
“Where is all money in these days? IT sector, Nah!, what possible could come out of punching codes? Investment banking, Nah!, shedding an Armani suit in a telephone booth to fly away when needed would mean a new suit each day. Tough Luck! So now what? Let me think. What had caused the war? Oil, right? That is on a big high these days. Well that’s an interesting idea. Oil Industry. Now which company? I’ve heard that these E&P biggies do a lot of layoffs. I wouldn’t want to lose my job again. Service companies sound nice. Which is the best? Schlumberger. Weird name though. Sounds like Schumacher eating a hamburger. Let’s give it a shot”
So Superman A.K.A Clark Kent was in. OFS-I went fine except for the fact that Clark did not get flight reservations done. Apparently he did not need them. Some wondered why?
He was in for Well Services (Frac Division****). A lot of SLB’s money would have been saved had he been generous enough to ram the ground with all his might but that he did not do. Incognito was the key for super- heroism. Pre-School, School and Post-School were eventless. His bunk-house roomie was happy to have the rest-room at his disposal every morning. Sometimes he did ponder about Clark’s toilet habits though. Even the laundry-staff grunted at finding a blue coverall with “Clark Kent” on the lapel, smudged with mud, behind the bunkhouse but they never looked questioningly at a red underwear.
Peter Parker met similar fate when Mr. J. Jonah Jamison, editor-in-chief at Daily Bugle, found it too hard too hard to negotiate with him. The freelancer job was gone. He now had to support Mary Jane too, who was beautiful nevertheless but her theatrical prowess did not fetch enough money. Building slinging wasn’t getting him anywhere.
Ah! Now our millionaire superhero, Bruce Wayne. Inheritance doesn’t last that long and Rupert Murdoch’s hostile takeover of Wayne Broadcasting Corp, reduced him to rags. Also Robin, a good for nothing fella was eating on his resources. Should I sell the Bat-Mobile? But how long will that keep me stuffed? Maybe I should ask Val Kilmer or George Clooney to pull me through? No! Batman never asks for help. Let me find a job then. Yes that’ll be the best.
Similar fate struck Green Lantern, Flash, Wonder Woman and Hawk Girl. Sounds wee-much of a coincidence but then fate is fate and fiction is fiction. So now all our heroes met at their outer-space hangout/headquarters for their weekly rendezvous. Superman, as usual, presided over the meet. He sat at the end of the long table, others alongside poring over their dossiers. Robin took the minutes. After the usual who-bashed-which-baddie discussion, things came down to bread-butter. Superman told them about the great company he was working for (The F.S.M of which meanwhile was fuming at the locked toilet door).
“Why don’t you guys join in? We are a team in capes and masks, now we could be a team in coveralls too” “But why this company? I mean I could do a regular job and still be happy about it” : Batman
“Yeah! But then it’ll be only you and not us. We could all be in together, and on top of it our powers might come in handy there”
“Would they take a girl? Sounds like quite a manly-burly job” : Hawk Girl
“Like what you do now is Barbie feeding! On top of it, you stand a better chance of getting in than Spidey or Flash here!”
“Ok but how do I hide my wings?”
So a month later every one was in the family. Two got into wireline, one in well services and three in DnM.
What happened over the next few months was inexplicable.
Stuck tools got jarred free when no one was around. Colossal amounts of sand got moved overnight. Wireline snapped while taking station but the tool held as a knot was found tied on the surface. Support vessel capsizes in rough sea, but survivors claim rescue was uncanny. Spider web found on top of the mast and a black spandex underwear in the laundry. Some eyebrows went up.
On a fateful day, thunderclouds roll by, lightening crackles and the earth rumbles. MET record a 10.2 Richter quake. Epicenter five miles of the coast of Norway. Valhall platform quivers and starts buckling. Jack-up rig docked to platform also succumbs. Evacuation siren tears through the night. 175 crew on board. Will they make it before the legs give away?
♪ ♫ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♫ ♫ ♫ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♫ ♫ ♫ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♫ ♫ ♫ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♫ ♫ ♪ ♪
Silhouette of seven people seen in the distant sky blotted against the fog lights. The tilting platform screeched to a halt and the jackup was held by a mesh of web. Clang ! Bang ! And Clang ! The threat passed. Lifeboats went back to the davits and the crowd cheered.
Next day four SQ-RIR’s were registered stating FE was missing from jobsite.
So that’s about the story of the mighty people working for the equally mighty, blue-billion company, Schlumberger.
For people looking forward to the other adventures of the league rush to the stands to grab a copy of the next issue of DC Comic or subscribe in Quest.
So far life is great.
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