How it started

When the first text you receive as you walk into the green offices, on a busy Monday morning conspires to optimistically wish you: "bon courage!" then I guess someone out there knows what life is really like on the inside of big-bad-oil-and-gas.

But it's a slow motion, chamomile Monday morning with a surprisingly low email count and my only urgent morning task is to "come-up-with" 10 potential interview questions. I have been asked to sit on the panel who will be doing the short listed, candidate screening, such are the requirements of meritocracy. It's all way to constructive, so I decide to take a break, grab a double espresso, email HR and suggest that they provide me with a "baseline" of Q&A, and knowing that department it won't happen until five minutes before we all walk into the meeting room -TICK.

This allows me to head over to FC&A (Finance and Audit) and "network", discuss bad football and why we can't get out onto their balcony on this lovely Spring morning. J, says it's a safety issue. Corporate rules, big-bad-oil-and-gas style, your wellness is our concern, your safety our number one priority - oh such are the joys of selling a grudge good ($70 a barrel) that we are able to set up teams to design policies on why we are not adult enough to open a sliding door and get onto one of the many balconies which encompass the office.

We eventually decide that our only way out is to begin to blog the health out of this situation, and here you are - inside the ever controversial world of big-bad-oil-and-gas, who would have thought that a lack of fresh air would end up in a major industy leak.

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