#petroleum engineer jobs

[insightfultake]

America’s Oil Giants Are Quietly Moving High-End Engineering Jobs to India

As the global energy landscape undergoes rapid transformation, major American oil companies like Chevron and BP are quietly reshaping their workforce strategies. In a notable shift, they’re moving high-skilled engineering roles such as petroleum engineers, geologists, and environmental scientists—from traditional hubs like Houston and California to India. This isn't about outsourcing routine support tasks; it’s a relocation of core technical talent. These roles, once confined to headquarters in the U.S., are now being anchored in the glass-and-steel towers of Bengaluru, a city that has evolved from a back-office haven into a strategic epicenter for engineering innovation in the energy sector.

[arolesbianism]

I've been chipping at a new oni save recently and I have to say I have gotten way less ambitious with my teleporter planet over my past few saves. In a lot of my earlier saves Id dive right in there, but nowadays I find myself ignoring the teleporter for a good while before dipping in to set up some basic utilities there before leaving again and continuing to stall lol

[energysearch]

Navigating the Competitive Job Market: Strategies for Petroleum Engineers in Texas

Original Source: https://energysearchassociates.blogspot.com/2023/07/navigating-competitive-job-market.html

Texas, often referred to as the energy capital of the United States, offers numerous opportunities for petroleum engineers seeking rewarding careers in the oil and gas industry. However, the job market for petroleum engineers in Texas can be highly competitive. As a petroleum engineer, it is essential to develop effective strategies to navigate this competitive landscape and stand out from the competition. Energy Search Associates, a trusted leader in energy job recruitment, understands the challenges faced by petroleum engineers in Texas. In this article, we will provide valuable insights and strategies to help petroleum engineers successfully navigate the competitive job market in Texas.

1.         Acquire Specialized Education and Training:

To excel in the competitive job market, petroleum engineers must acquire a strong educational foundation. Pursue a bachelor's or master's degree in petroleum engineering or a related field from a reputable institution. Consider gaining specialized knowledge in areas such as reservoir engineering, drilling engineering, production engineering, or petrophysics. Additionally, participate in industry-specific training programs and certifications to enhance your skills and marketability.

2.         Gain Practical Experience:

Practical experience is highly valued by employers in the oil and gas industry. Seek internships or co-op opportunities with oil and gas companies or consulting firms to gain hands-on experience in petroleum engineering. These experiences provide valuable exposure to real-world projects, industry practices, and cutting-edge technologies. They also allow you to network with industry professionals and build relationships that can lead to job opportunities.

3.         Develop Technical Proficiency:

Petroleum engineers must have a strong technical skill set to succeed in the competitive job market. Stay updated on industry-specific software and tools used in petroleum engineering, such as reservoir simulation software, drilling software, and production optimization tools. Familiarize yourself with industry standards and best practices. Developing technical proficiency will make you a more desirable candidate for employers seeking skilled petroleum engineers.

4.         Build a Professional Network:

Networking is a crucial component of job searching in any industry, including petroleum engineering. Attend industry conferences, seminars, and workshops to meet professionals in the field. Join professional organizations, such as the Society of Petroleum Engineers (SPE), and actively participate in their events and activities. Networking provides opportunities to learn about job openings, gain industry insights, and build relationships with key decision-makers. These connections can help you access hidden job opportunities and receive recommendations from industry professionals.

5.         Polish Your Resume and Cover Letter:

Your resume and cover letter are essential tools for showcasing your skills and experience to potential employers. Tailor your resume to highlight relevant coursework, internships, projects, and technical skills. Quantify your accomplishments and emphasize results-oriented experiences. Craft a compelling cover letter that demonstrates your passion for petroleum engineering, aligns your skills with the employer's needs, and conveys your enthusiasm for the industry. Ensure that both your resume and cover letter are error-free, well-structured, and visually appealing.

6.         Leverage Online Job Platforms:

In today's digital age, online job platforms are an integral part of the job search process. Utilize reputable job boards and industry-specific websites to explore petroleum engineering job opportunities in Texas. Create a professional profile on professional networking sites like LinkedIn and actively engage with relevant industry groups and communities. Leverage these platforms to showcase your expertise, connect with industry professionals, and stay updated on job postings and industry news.

7.         Prepare for Technical Interviews:

Technical interviews are a common part of the job application process for petroleum engineers. Prepare for technical interviews by reviewing fundamental concepts in petroleum engineering, including reservoir characterization, well testing, drilling techniques, and production optimization. Familiarize yourself with industry-specific challenges and problem-solving methodologies. Practice answering technical questions and presenting your solutions effectively. Technical proficiency and problem-solving skills will impress potential employers during the interview process.

8.         Stay Informed about Industry Trends:

The oil and gas industry is dynamic, with constant technological advancements and evolving market trends. Stay updated on industry news, emerging technologies, and market dynamics. Follow reputable industry publications, attend industry conferences, and participate in webinars and workshops to stay abreast of the latest developments in petroleum engineering. Demonstrating knowledge and awareness of industry trends will set you apart from other candidates and demonstrate your commitment to professional growth.

9.         Utilize the Expertise of Energy Search Associates:

Energy Search Associates can be a valuable resource in your job search for petroleum engineering positions in Texas. They possess in-depth knowledge of the Texas energy market and have access to a vast network of industry professionals and employers. Leverage their expertise to gain insights into specific job requirements, market trends, and employer expectations. Energy Search Associates can help you identify and connect with potential employers, provide guidance on interview preparation, and assist you throughout the job search process.

Conclusion:

Navigating the competitive job market as a petroleum engineer in Texas requires a strategic approach and a focus on developing a strong educational foundation, gaining practical experience, building technical proficiency, networking, tailoring application materials, preparing for technical interviews, staying informed about industry trends, and utilizing the expertise of Energy Search Associates. By implementing these strategies, petroleum engineers can increase their chances of securing rewarding job opportunities in the competitive Texas job market. With dedication, perseverance, and a proactive approach, petroleum engineers can thrive in their careers and contribute to the dynamic and ever-growing oil and gas industry in Texas.

[cosmicpuzzle]

What is your Career like?👩🏻‍💻💼💰💸

The 10th ruler in your chart can indicate your career but it is not the only factor. However, the house placement of 10th lord/ruler can indicate at times the type of career you desire and also can indicate your job literally.

1st House : You will do well in careers which gives you a certain amount of independence. You can be an entrepreneur or a boss or a team leader. Authority and power are essential for you.

2nd House : You will do well in careers which pays you well. You can be good with numbers, finances and any responsible/routine job. Careers that depend on your appearance like modelling are good. Your job would need a good self esteem and self worth.

3rd House: You will do well in careers that involve mobility, communication, writing such as YouTube. Freedom of expression, and movement is important to you. You should be able to experiment as you wish. Change of careers as times change

4th House: You will do well in careers that gives you emotional satisfaction such as nursing, psychology. making an impact on people’s lives is important to you. Working from home can be good.

5th House: You will do well in careers that allow your self expression such as art, acting . Careers connected to children and transfer of knowledge are good. A career in which you are a genius and unique such as music, painting, investor.

6th House : You will do well in careers that allow you to maintain order such as backend work. Routine and a stable job is important to you. You may also do well in health , healing and animal careers.

7th House : You will do well in careers that allow you to exchange things whether product or service. You will do will in public careers like politics. Business is good as well as client based careers. You will do well in careers that allow you to work with another person.

8th House : You will do well in careers that allow you to research things like a biomedical or chemical engineer. Careers in digging like oil petroleum or digging another’s finances as auditing, insurance are good. Investigation and finding secrets. Psychology, medicine , surgery are good choices.

9th House : You will do well in careers that allow you to reach a wider audience around the globe such as publishing books, writing, online teaching, academia. A sense of meaning and purpose is important in your job.

10th House: You will do well in careers that allow you to be skilled and efficient in what you do. A generally good position for executive and managerial jobs or Government routine jobs

11th House: You will do well in careers that allow you to build your network such as social media manager, politics, businesses, digital marketing etc.

12th House : You will do well in careers that heal people and raise their consciousness. Careers in spirituality, metaphysics, non-profit work would be good for you. You need freedom and a flexible schedule.

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[lyrakanefanatic]

im literally so lost. where i live in canada is literally the WORST place for both university tuition prices AND salary. for every single career i find myself interested in, i check and see that you earn the least where i live. ITS SO CONFUSING BC ALL OF CANADA IS SHIT BUT WHERE I LIVE IS THE SHITTIEST!!!

and my parents are refugees so if i pick a job and dont get hella rich off of it ill 1. feel bad for wasting their money (tuition), and 2. feel like ive thrown the opportunity that they gave me away

AND EVERY SINGLE HIGH PAYING JOB IS MEDICAL!!! AND I HATE MEDICAL!!!

i like studying the human body, ESPECIALLY neuroscience, but any job that isnt clinical gets paid significantly less. like is it so bad that i dont want to be all the way up a persons ass or whatever. I JUST WANT TO STARE AT A SCREEN. THATS THE NEUROSCIENCE I WANT.

and i want to be an engineer, i have for a while. BUT TELL ME WHY THE ONLY ACTUALLY HIGH PAYING JOB IN CANADA IS PETROLEUM ENGINEERING. BITCH I AM NOT DIGGING HOLES IN THE GROUND AND EXCAVATING OIL LIKE AMERICA 2.0 BC I ACTUALLY CARE ABOUT THIS EARTH

i like mechanical engineering, environmental engineering, and aerospace engineering. but out if those 3 options aerospace is the highest paying job AND it’s the one i like the least (FROM THE OPTIONS!!)

i feel kinda trapped where i live. like im so scared im not going to be able to afford to actually live in this country and thats why i absolutely cannot mess up my career choice. HELP!!!

[philosophicalconservatism]

Response To Quote On Male Protection Of Women.

chinchillacrossing

Protect us from who? 🧐

Philosophicalconservatism

The very fact that you can ask that question is a stunning testimony to the effectiveness of male protection. A tribal woman living on the plains of Africa or in the jungles of the Amazon would never ask such a question. Women living in 17th or 18th century colonial America would never ask such a question. It is protection from both the physical threats and the stringent physical demands imposed upon the human race by a brutal natural world. Men are always protecting women either directly, as is done in more primitive societies, or indirectly (in more advanced societies) by building barriers against the perils of nature around them, and an infrastructure that creates a far greater life of ease. Men also largely maintain that infrastructure.

Men are virtually all of the mechanical engineers, materials engineers, civil engineers, electrical engineers, petroleum engineers, construction workers etc. Men do almost all of the most dangerous jobs on the planet. And all of it is done to sustain and enhance an infrastructure which men have created in order to insulate and protect their families (which is to say, women and children) from the hazards of the natural world. That is why when there is breakdown in that infrastructure and some kind of tragedy strikes, that is the priority for men "Women and children out first".

Original quote

"Men have sacrificed and crippled themselves physically and emotionally to feed, house, and protect women and children. None of their pain or achievement is registered in feminist rhetoric, which portrays men as oppressive and callous exploiters."- Camille Paglia

[sallytwo]

This is definitely a weird and overly personal thing to say but I found your blog and am relieved to see another person feeling a similar way about nature and non-human-centric environments as I do like truly "I care about it more than anything and no one understands and I have to live too much of my life in horrible concrete plastic garbage engine petroleum hell and watch the world die and nobody is willing to save what actually matters" is a sentiment I feel hourly (paraphrasing/extrapolating on your tags on the colorado post) and I have just been feeling strange and trapped and often resentful of every human being in my life and essentially some of your posts made me nod and frown understandingly. I think there was more I wanted to say but I forgot. Anyways I wish you the best 🙏

anon thank you so much this means so much to me im going to cry. i just feel things very intensely i care a lot about things and its just so so so so so demoralizing to see everyone in the whole world going about their day without caring. theres so mcuh out there in the world thats so beatuiful and so many people are happy just going to their stupid job never trying to see the world for what it is. never even bothering to look out the window! it sometimes feels like im the only person in the world who cares this much and i know thats not true but it's so hard to make people understand this stuff. im just kind of sick of the place we're at in the world where everything is a joke nothing is geniune nothing is real people will never admit they care about things it just makes me sick of people forever. so its really nice to know im not the only one whos crazy that other people feel this way too... i know im too intense and im too much but thank you for this this really really means a lot to me you should know

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

New Fic: Steal My Sunshine

yeah, yeah. I know. Another ongoing fic... That's four at once. ANYWAY hope you enjoy.

Summary:

Memories hazy and unreliable, Eddie Diaz wakes up every morning in a house at the end of a cul de sac, goes to his office job at a petroleum engineering company, and comes home to his wife and son. But something is missing, and the more Eddie begins to put the pieces together, the stranger the predicament he finds himself in.

Snippet:

“Morning, baby,” Ana yawns, then leans over to kiss him on the cheek.

Eddie flinches a little at the contact. An automatic response that surprises both of them. 

“You okay?” Ana asks. 

Eddie looks down at the hand clutching the comforter. At his wedding ring. 

“Yeah,” he says. “Sorry. Just woke up from a weird dream.”

Ana runs a soothing hand up and down his back. “I’m sorry. You want to talk about it?”

“No,” Eddie answers quickly.

He wouldn’t know where to begin. 

Eddie looks at his phone screen. It’s six in the morning. Eddie’s phone background is a generic wash of dull blue-gray. Like factory settings. Hmm. He should change that. 

Eddie sighs and climbs out of bed. He stretches as he stands. He feels strangely stiff. He doesn’t think he usually wakes up this uncomfortable, but maybe he does? He can’t actually think about any other morning right now.

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[corrie-bite]

and now bite has a inseparable adopted sibling/pet gala who literally hurt anyone who tries to mess with him or his friends, and he eats mechanical stuff, but only broken down stuff and whatever you do do not give him petroleum that’s like an energy drink to him

"It is sweet you are trying to look out for me Gala, but if you are my new vod'ika then that makes me your ori'vod, and it is an ori'vods job to look after their younger sibling," Bite states, trying to sooth the creature buzzing over the purpling bruises from a rough encounter with a senate guard.

"One of the others got some scraps for you from engineering, bits so small they can't use anymore. If you promise to never try to go near the senate again, you can have them," he placates, "and before you try to wriggle out of it, I saw you lurking by the service bay when I left."

Gala is a good brother and an endearing addition to Bite's routine on Coruscant, but his conspicuous nature can leave him concerned that the kid might one day try to help him and get himself killed, for good this time.

"Thank you for caring, vod'ika, vor entye."

[considered giving gala an 'ika nickname before remembering that gal is alcohol in mando'a and just to make it better gai'ka is cup lol]

[allegrasilva]

Oh, is that ALLEGRA SILVA? I heard the THIRTY-THREE year old is DAUNTLESS. But don’t let that pretty face fool you, they are also IMPETUOUS. Makes sense seeing how they are a GETAWAY DRIVER in the SOCIETY.

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full name: allegra isabella rubi silva

nicknames: spitfire, dodge, whip, coyote, correcaminos (road runner), big al, al, ally, alba, legs.

faceclaim:  ana de armas

birthdate: april 19th

alliance: the society

gender: cis woman

pronouns: she/her

occupation: mechanic getaway driver

hometown: sancti spiritus, cuba

sexual orientation: pansexual

relationship status: single

height: 5"3

the rainbow slick of oil on tarmac, red lines of pleasure scratched down your shoulder blades, the ringing of slot machines, a floor length scarlet raw silk gown with nothing underneath it, neon lights reflecting off wet asphalt, engine grease smudged on your nose, punching nitros and feeling your entire body sing with adrenaline, applying red lipstick in the rearview whilst reversing at high speed, a hand wandering up your inner thigh beneath the table, dancing to guajira over a tinny radio with sunlight pouring through the blinds, sweat glistening on bronze collarbones, the pop and spray of champagne, the feeling of your body nearing g-forces.

Basilio and Catalina were an unlikely pair: one a street rat drag racer, who learned everything he knew from the solares of Havana and the other, a decorated army engineer. Their love was instant chemistry, petroleum kissed match, a passion that burned bright and quickly but gifted them three kids.

Allegra spent the first few years of her life bouncing between military bases until her parents separated and Basilio got the career opportunity of a lifetime. He was to be provisionally training some pit crews at Monaco for the Grand Prix, after spending a couple years in his youth experimenting with mechanics on the Indy 500.

After that the stability of the base never felt adventurous enough for Allegra, who spent at least the entirety of race season living with her father overseas, her other siblings remained with Catalina. Endlessly curious, Allegra would sneak out to where her dad was working and start picking up the skills that brought her to the Society.

Basilio saw that wild streak that he had in himself in Allegra and knew that fighting it would only mean losing her entirely, so he indulged her. Teaching her how to hotwire, allowing her to help him experiment chemically with fuel systems. Allegra grew up grease stained but happy.

She loved her mother but they fought endlessly and she always ended up in trouble for getting into the hangars on base and tinkering with the heavy 4x4s and tanks. Allegra was a constant flight risk. These exploits were aided by her being a competitive gymnast since she was six and her taking up free-running when she spent time in London with her dad before races at Silverstone.

Sensation is everything to Allegra, anything that gets her blood up or adrenaline running is something worth doing.

Organised a simulated Italian Job Scavenger Hunt for her fifteenth birthday party with her car meet friends. The real way to win was to be the last car of the night to be caught and arrested. She very nearly ruined her entire future but just managed to get off by the skin of her teeth.

The champagne and glitter of the Formula One circuit, kids of millionaires becoming Allegra's earliest playmates. She terrorized and captivated them in equal measure; they were fascinated by this little Cuban girl causing so much trouble, she taught the children of diplomats ring of fire, how to take their tequila and how to get out onto the track at night. This is where she got a taste for the finer things, the high life and after that she was used to a certain kind of lifestyle and was going to do anything to maintain it.

Her brother and sister began visiting far more and in turn Allegra would spend a portion of the Winter back in Cuba. She was something of a stranger and something of a legend to friends she had in Havana, she'd been accepted for a mechanics apprenticeship under Ferrari after being caught elbow deep in one of their older models just at the Gran Premio d'Italia at Monza circuit. Another brush with the law that could have ended everything. Though even over the winter she still raced, she still broke into old mansions, llegaypones and bajareques with her friends, setting off firecrackers and doing the usual hoodrat shit.

Basilio was considering sending her back to Cuba permanently as her antics could reflect poorly on him, something she knew she'd despise. She needed newness, travel, novelty, excitement. Ferrari sent her to school, a strange combination of mechanical, electrical engineering, chemistry and physics that for the first time actually challenged her mind instead of leaving her bored and disruptive in the classroom.

Giselle, her sister, had slowly morphed into an alternate universe mirror of Allegra, without the mascara smudged last night's party raccoon eyes and the acting out. A perfect slick back bun, ROTC, her mother's miniature.

Then Elle was dead, just like that, her entire family that had just about sustained equilibrium again shattered in every direction. Allegra's father had just bought a house in upstate New York, much to his employers chagrin, he had turned to her and muttered under his breath 'Never move to Indiana, mija'. Now they could barely talk to each other.

Allegra was sixteen and put her head down and got to work. She drifted through the race circuit for almost eight years until she started to get her spark back, her love for the work, her inspiration. Unfortunately, even if you don't experiment with fuel types and engine parts on the race site or race team's HQ, being a mad mechanic scientist reflected poorly on the company and Allegra was dumped on her ass with a small bag of belongings, no fixed address and no village to return to. She completed basic training for the Army but got thrown out after knocking her drill sergeant out, luckily Basilio got her out of Cuba and back to the US. Authority had always had to earn her respect or get nothing.

Worked in a few small garages in NY; Rochester, Carmel, before realising she'd never carve out any respect there and focused her sights on the city.

One thing Allegra had learned in her time with F1 was how to network, so for the first three weeks she hit every bar and club she could remember, using any social leverage she could to get in to see old familiar faces and schmooze her way up. She landed a personal valet, driver position, when posed as having a beautiful thing in the driver's seat would be some kind of novelty for the very rich client and his esteemed guests.

Ingratiated herself fully with the New York car meet and drag race scenes, this is where one of The Society saw her race for the first time and quietly passed her information up the ranks for contact. [ Wanted Connection ]

Names all the cars she's ever driven and 'knows' their personalities. Speaks to them like she's riding a damn horse. Who cares if she gets results. Laments that she never got to go back for 'Hugo the Yugo' that she drove once in Indianapolis.

So what if when she took Society leaders for a test drive so they could see what she could do she very seriously asked: Danza Kuduro or Gasolina? Pick one. She got the job, even if she overexplained the horrendous fate of a young Scandinavian water carrier from early F1 and how she had trained on their simulators and cars which regularly hit 200mph so reacting to obstacles and pedestrians was everything. How blinking could end it all.

Allegra has a range of playlists you can choose when you get in her ride: 80s power anthems, reggaeton, speed metal, punto cubano guajira, classic rock, 2000s sleepover, rap, hip hop, techno trance, an entirely Pitbull playlist entitled 'Pledge Allegiance to Mr. Worldwide' and many, many more.

Uses her devil-may-care reputation to make sure people underestimate her and don't think she's capable of deeper machinations, she's extremely intelligent, even if she also happens to spend a lot of her time at the Ruby Casino chatting up boring, ugly clientele. She can slip on a new character every night, they don't get to meet her.

Doesn't have an appropriate fear response at all, instead of becoming serious or fearful when afraid she often laughs like crazy, sometimes scaring those not familiar with her particular brand of gearhead. Drifting at 40mph with a maniacally giggling driver is an experience. Though she can seem flippant and capricious to those unfamiliar with her, when it's time to work she flips into a mode that is all steel.

Most often seen cruising the city on her KTM 1290 Super Duke GT motorbike, or in her 1970 Dodge Charger, she loves classic cars.

In her element when she's in her garage come laboratory space, a pair of welder's goggles perched on her head and gesticulating wildly with a wrench, yet few see that, instead they see the polished young lady in a perfectly tailored suit or a raw silk dress sat in the driver's seat.

[alt-lucidifer]

I'll just post this here as an experiment. Writing, go!

Book-Wielder's Normopathy

Chapter 1

Qiji’s stance was teetering on complete unreliability. It was as if the number of times he’d pushed himself back upright had no bearing whatsoever on whether or not he could actually succeed in remaining that way. Pages ripped to smithereens and remnants clenched tight in his fists, he stood there like a swivel-eyed gazelle. In his hysteria, he had half a mind to smash open the window with that cursed thing, and only just managed to catch himself in his act. What kind of madness could possibly have driven him this far?

That book.

It was all because of that damned book.

He could remember exactly how it all began.

That day, Xue Qiji was sitting in a cramped train carriage, thankfully managing to avoid shoulder contact with each of the strangers to both of his sides. He did so by deliberately trying to force himself into what could only be described as a human stick, thus wedging himself into an uncomfortably tight space. It was a Tuesday, at around six in the evening.

The air was so dry, he thought his lungs were about to cave in. The stench of the sweat of passengers blended with the airborne waste of petroleum-powered engines gave way to a hazy atmosphere. The rumbling of the wheels rolling against the tracks at high speeds could be heard faintly from below his feet, temporarily managing to distract him from the quiet whispers of nearby people.

His face was downturned into a sour frown, eyes flitting over the screen of a laptop he had primly propped up to rest on his thighs. He’d do anything to avoid looking at his cheque - it was almost embarrassing. All of that work for such a low sum? He couldn’t even fathom it. This wasn’t just chores, either! He’d slaved away overtime. He was down-to-earth enough to understand that maybe the culture was different in a big city like this one, but he didn’t expect it to be this terrifying! Then it struck him - was he being used? Was his company a corrupt one? Is he underpaid? Or was he overthinking yet again?

What was he supposed to tell his parents when he visited the oncoming week? That he’d been swindled? That they weren’t going to any nice restaurants after all? He would rather die in a ditch than have to witness their sorrowful gaze as he explained his miserable mishap! “We told you so” this, “you should move back home” that…

Xue Qiji was a self-proclaimed “completely normal young adult”. At 24 years of age, he had a rented apartment out of a complex in a small street in Shanghai. He had a mediocre affiliation. He received his Master’s in Arts, even though he studied science on the side.

Xue Qiji was a Chinese citizen with an average office worker job at a marketing firm where he designed slogans, logos and the like for up-and-coming businesses willing to bet their investments on contracts with his mega-corporation subsidiary. He’d been ambitious enough as a teenager, betting his career on his creative talents. He wasn’t imagining he’d end up like this at all, but he needed experience to be able to get any good jobs - so maybe this was for the better?

Maybe he should’ve studied to become a doctor after all…

He could only sigh and hang his head.

Xue Qiji was not a person of note - he wasn't some upstanding hero at all. At least, that is what he told himself.

Previously trekking dutifully on the tracks, the train came to a sudden stop. Murmurs of confusion erupted as the passenger carts’ doors remained tightly shut, not moving a single inch. Xue Qiji was woken from his daydreams by the abrupt ‘ka-chunk’ of the exit doors sounding, verifying that it was indeed locked. Facing the long sideways-paned window, he squinted to try to make out any potential shapes hiding in the darkness of the outside. Unfortunately, he turned up with nothing - only being able to make out the very vague contours of nature.

While he had not before paid it any mind, it now came to him that investigating his surroundings thoroughly would be a good idea. In front of him were various dark stains of unknown origin on the metal floor, many of which smelled suspiciously like liquor or other unsavory fluids. To his right were more rows of seats, most of which now held heaps of buzzing folk. To his left were the exit doors. For a moment, he was at a loss for what to do.

It was only when he heard the grating ring of nails scratching marks into the sides of the concrete walls that everything seemed to click. Without another spare second to lose, Xue Qiji rose right out of his seat and slammed his laptop shut. He shoved it in under his arm and with a single movement - fluidly leapt into the air to pull down the emergency exit hatch. Strange looks were shot at him, but he didn't spare them a glance and warned seriously; “Everyone, for disturbing you all, I apologize deeply. But it seems the train has been hijacked. Please exit this way.”

Qiji was just a normal guy, it really wasn't his fault that he was always the target of everyone else's complications. He was just adapting to his environment, being able to detect things like that in this way.

Distrust and unspoken ridicule was visible to him in all of their eyes, but Qiji knew that there was no point in trying to retaliate. He knew that all he had to do was to wait.

Surely enough, it only took a few more moments for his assumption to be proven true by the revving of a chainsaw cutting through the suspicious silence. Screams broke out through the tranquility, thus destroying the aura of peacefulness. Previously placid passengers scrambled to their feet, grabbing their belongings in a frenzied attempt to flee, each shoving the next in their desperation to escape. Strollers were disassembled in a hurry to find a safer mode of transport, suitcases were thrown to the side and countless hands were extended toward him. Like a messiah being flocked by a group of disciples, Qiji was swarmed faster than he could react.

He really wasn't that different from everyone else.

Hand by hand and tug by tug, slowly but surely the masses were rescued from what could've been a bloodbath. The news spread across the nearby carts, and soon enough the entire train's populace was a disorganized and uncoordinated mob clumsily scurrying about to avoid the oncoming danger.

Thankfully, no one died that day, and a suspect was arrested - later, it came to light that this individual was an escapee of a nearby federal prison. To keep the event silent from the press, his own parents, Mr and Mrs. Xue, were forced to personally attend a meeting featuring himself and a nosey trio of officials preying on every single word threatening to escape from his tight-sealed lips. Front-page photography demanded of him, yet never did they ever actually feature his face, nor his full name. All it said was always simply ‘Xue Q.’ He hadn't become aware of it until recently, but his face was not allowed to be revealed on television (courtesy of his overprotective family)- and so it was always cropped out rather awkwardly. It was removed so much so and in such strange ways that the media came up with a name for him, the “Headless Mystery Beauty”. His mother was not shy with her compliments to his “dashing good looks”, though the forums she used and what she based her claims on to spread these exaggerations were anything but trusted. That led to fans of their products building their own little conspiracies and theorizing about his looks. Like a personal fanclub, only much more unwelcome and uncalled for.

Nothing was found on the scene of the crime by authorities apart from one thing that Qiji's parents brought to his attention - a book he'd never seen before. With no hint of a title on the cover, only a sigil with various interesting symbols engraved in the front. It had his name in cursive jotted down on the owner's label tag on the inner front page, its leather cover gilded in real gold.

Xue Qiji's deepest and most cherished wish was to be a needle in a haystack, a microplastic in the vast polluted ocean, or a grain of sand on the beach to be made into a sand castle. One of the millions. With value, but unlike the ones before it. An adventurer with the shortest, most pathetic little dungeon. A scholar, vastly educated in one very niche, unpopular subject and only mediocre in practice.

But he quickly discovered this book wanted to take that potential future away from him.

Qiji had seen this book before - it belonged to his workplace. It was in his office, he'd passed by it every single day for years without batting an eye at it.

So who had written his name in it? For what reason?

These questions only bothered Xue Qiji for a moment before his own blunder revealed itself before him. Of course, how could he be so naive? Then, as if it was worth about as much as a half-eaten apple - he asked his parents to have it thrown away by a subordinate into the nearest garbage disposal, not even bothering to peek inside.

No doubt some creepy fan mail that was meant to go to my parents. The most likely conclusion is that something unsightly happened to the delivery man before it could arrive here - truly pitiful.

Thinking nothing of it, Qiji returned home that day after taking the time to thoroughly reassure his parents that no harm had come to him.

He entered his apartment with a long heave, letting his bag's strap fall from his shoulder, sending the entire thing to the carpeted floor with a heavy thunk. His shoes were tossed mindlessly before he dragged his feet behind back into his bedroom. Not bothering to change out of his work clothes, he threw himself straight onto the mattress and shuffled in underneath the blanket.

His lids already threatened to fall closed over his eyes without his permission, the weight of exhaustion unbearable. The dark rings highlighted the discolored skin underneath his eyes, the redness of his veins clear in his sclera. His cheeks appeared sunken from his lack of expressive features, as if a dark cloud hung over his eyes and faded his view of the world. Like a lifeless corpse, he lay there without a hint of a movement for a full five minutes. There wasn’t a hint of energy lift in him, that was - until the attention-snatching sound of a notification paired with the hint of a buzz from his pocket. Swiftly turning over to lie on his back side, he shoved his hand in his pocket and retrieved his cellular. The screen highlighted a background picture left untouched since he received the phone - after all, chances were it would last about a month before he'd need a new one with his luck. Why bother changing the save screen?

To his surprise, the notification he received was thanks to a message from his mother and thankfully not some half-hearted work email from his supervisor telling him about how he is a valued employee and whatnot. He wouldn't be able to stand another moment of that kind of thing, having now realised where exactly he stood in the corporate world.

“Dear Qiji, I hope you had a pleasant trip home. Please be careful—if anyone you don’t know knocks at your door, don’t open it.”

That was all?

Frowning at the screen, he blinked in disbelief, his eyes scanning the message over and over again as if expecting the words to rearrange themselves into something more substantial. But no matter how many times he reread it, the text remained unchanged—simple, direct, and utterly unhelpful. A creeping sense of unease settled over him. Why would she send a warning like this without providing a little more context? And more importantly, why did it feel like it wasn’t just a casual precaution? That was nothing like the mother he knew.

Mother?

He couldn't tell if it was out of genuine worry or just his sheer surprise that he decided to quickly type in those letters and press ‘send’, impatiently awaiting a reply.

A minute passed. Two. Three.

Mom????

Qiji propped one hand behind his head, fingers idly curling into the soft fabric of his pillow. His lips twisted into a pout, not quite frowning but not quite neutral either. A flicker of movement—barely there—tugged at the corner of his mouth, a telltale sign of creeping suspicion.

Whatever.

In a sudden yet dainty movement, he tossed his phone aside with a limp wrist. It landed with a muted thump against the mattress, its screen still glowing faintly before dimming as it lay face down. His other hand found its way behind his head, elbows bent outward as he settled deeper into the sheets. The ceiling loomed above him, plain and unmoving, but his gaze lingered, searching for something—patterns in the paint, tiny cracks, maybe even answers that were hidden somewhere in the deepest corners of his mind. His fingers drifted absentmindedly to the nape of his neck, tracing idle patterns against his skin and scratching at the roots of his hair. His thoughts, however, wandered further, slipping through the cracks of his mind like water through his fingers. Fleeting, they seemed to blur together until he lie there in yet another trance.

So tired…

Where did all of this tiredness stem from? Just a moment ago, life was a dream. At least, compared to this.

As if sucking the energy out of him, the cushioned sheets settled around him like a silken cocoon. Like the constricting pressure of a moth’s wings attempting to shuffle their way out of their old molt, they weighed down upon him and crushed his every fiber. He recognized the feeling somewhat - in just a few moments, he’d normally lose consciousness. But the darkness never came… Instead, the feeling of nausea seemed to linger. He continued moving around, tossing and turning back and forth until he felt an uncomfortable surface poking into his back.

What now?!

Frustration churned in Qiji’s chest, a deep, simmering irritation at the universe’s apparent fondness for toying with him. With a sharp exhale, he flung the sheets aside, his movements jerky and impatient. He scoured the area where he had just been lying, his fingers gliding over the fabric until—

A sharp sting. A surface unfamiliar among the soft folds of his bedding.

His breath hitched. The moment his fingertips brushed against the object’s smooth, leather-bound cover, a strange sensation rippled through him, like static crackling beneath his skin. The fine hairs along his arms and the back of his neck rose instinctively, an unconscious, feline-like response to the sudden jolt of energy surging through his veins. Adrenaline struck in tandem, his heart hammering against his ribs as he hesitated, then grasped it fully.

A book.

It lay beneath his pillow, as if it had always been there, waiting. No title graced its cover—just an expanse of dark, polished leather. Its edges shimmered, gilded in gold so brilliant it seemed almost defiant, as if challenging the very sun itself.

Qiji’s throat tightened. His heart forgot its rhythm for a split second as he stared, fingers ghosting over the familiar texture. His mind scrambled to process what his eyes confirmed. Every detail—the deep, wooden hue of the cover, the impossibly intricate patterns woven into its binding—was identical. A perfect replica. Even the creases on the pages, the yellowish colour giving away its ancient nature.

This was clearly some kind of threat.

Qiji didn’t hesitate. Before he could spare so much as a glance at the contents, he’d already shoved the book under his arm and was retracing his steps through the apartment back into his living room. All manners of figures were proudly painted over the partitions and the screens setting apart different sections of the building. Colours blended into the calligraphic scripts, leading him into a labyrinth of different folding doors. Only when he arrived at the foot of the still-lit hearth did he still his feet. Thinking back, the fact that the fire wasn't out yet, even after a full shift, should've been the first telltale sign that something was wrong. He hurled the book into the fireplace, watching as the flames eagerly licked at the leather cover. The scent of burning paper filled the air, letters disintegrating into a thin layer of ash. But it seemed it wasn’t that easy. As if sensing something amiss when he was already half a foot outside of the threshold, Qiji followed the call of his instincts. He twisted his feet to find that on the mantelpiece, in pristine condition, the book sat. Right where it shouldn’t be.

Several other attempts were made the following days. He stuffed the book into a garbage bag, stomped down three flights of stairs, and tossed it into the communal dumpster with finality. But when he opened his fridge that evening, there it was—perched between the soy milk and last night’s leftovers.

Now determined, he shoved the book into a locker at the train station and snapped the lock shut. He exhaled. Good riddance. But when he reached for his laptop bag later that night, his fingers brushed against familiar leather. His stomach sank.

Qiji mailed it to himself. The logic was sound—by the time it arrived, he’d be out of town. Yet, as he locked his apartment door, his eyes fell on the package waiting on the mat. His own handwriting mocked him from the label, everything from the smiley face to the dotted ‘i’.

He borrowed his parents’ boat and, with great satisfaction, dropped the book into the sea. The splash was cathartic. The relief, short-lived. When he returned home, seawater pooled on his coffee table. The book sat there, dripping, waiting.

As a last resort, Qiji opted to play along with the sick prank of whomever had decided to curse him with an indestructible book of all things and claimed it as his own. Now Qiji’s valued property, it was left inside of a glass case of relics for nosy visitors to gawk at to have a purpose other than acting as a haunting ghost, or even worse, a clingy ex hugging your legs for attention. It was with this foolproof method that Qiji assured himself the godforsaken thing would never leave him whilst also keeping it further than an extended arm’s length away at a time. An ingenious solution to this conundrum of his. Not surprisingly to Qiji, this new tactic of his seemed to appease whatever kind of deity or spiritual force he’d managed anger. The Goddess of Luck bestowed a shred of mercy upon him, until a fateful accident brought it all crashing down. A traffic jam during rush hour set the tone for a day consisting of unfortunate incidents following one after the other, examples ranging far and wide from the ruthless downpour to the sudden electrical outage. Like strings on a harp being tightened until they snap, Qiji’s patience ran out. As if that wasn’t enough, when he was finally about to take his leave for the day, his boss pulled him aside from work and left him with the warning; “You’ll have to start taking work seriously unless you want to be laid off. Even if you’ve never had to deal with keeping schedules before, real life isn’t as pampering as that of the cozy one inside of your parents’ home. I need you to arrive on time.”

The final straw.

The last string.

Qiji had reached his limit.

As he returned home that day, he practically wrangled out the book from its glass casing. With a growl of frustration, he chucked it out of the window with all the strength he could muster. It tumbled through the air, flipping once, twice, before landing with an unceremonious thud on the pavement below. He glared at it like an insignificant bug, chest rising and falling, waiting—praying—that it would stay there.

It did.

For a whole five seconds.

Then, as if the universe had grown bored of the charade, the book lifted from the ground. It didn't float. It didn’t drift. It shot back up like a homing missile and smacked him squarely in the face. Qiji stumbled backward with a shout, clutching the sore spot as the book dropped harmlessly at his feet, as smug and immovable as ever. He never ceased his fixed looking, as if sheer rage alone would erase its existence. When that failed, he sighed through gritted teeth and bent down on one knee, fingers twitching as he picked it up once more.

“Fine,” he muttered. “You win.”

His thumb flipped the cover open, breath shallow as he braced for—what? A blast of light? A cryptic message? A demonic curse?

Nothing happened.

The pages sat there, old and musty, blank except for lines of neat, inky script that seemed almost mundane in contrast to the book’s actual character. He frowned. That’s it?

Irritation flared hotter than his initial fear. After everything—after the fire, the trash cans, the goddamn ocean—this was all it had to offer? No glowing symbols? No ancient voice whispering in his ear?

“Seriously?” Qiji snapped, shaking the book violently. “After all that, you’re just—just—a stupid pile of—”

A tearing sound.

He froze, heart stuttering. His grip had yanked free a few of the delicate pages. They were ripped to smithereens and their remnants, clenched tight in his fists. He stood there like a swivel-eyed gazelle. In his hysteria, he had half a mind to smash open the window with that cursed thing, and only just managed to catch himself in his act. Finally allowing his fist to loosen its hold, the pages drifted lazily for a moment before stopping midair, hovering like dust caught in a sunbeam.

Then they ignited.

Not in fire, but in light—pale, golden ribbons of energy unraveling from the torn edges. They pulsed, flickering like embers in the wind, before snapping into motion, swirling faster and faster.

Qiji barely had time to step back before the glow coiled downward, spiraling into a perfect circle beneath his feet.

His stomach flipped. The ground beneath him shifted.

“Oh, come on—”

Gravity wrenched sideways. The air sucked inward. And then—

The floor vanished.

With a strangled yelp, Qiji plunged into the swirling abyss, the book clutched tightly in his hands as the world swallowed him whole.

The story continues here...

[flimsy-roost]

the mental gymnastics people perform to justify their own career choices that go against their personal morals are nothing new, but it's super odd to me how often people will have blind spots for their partners' career choices. I had a friend getting an environmental-focused MPH dating someone who was trying to break into petroleum engineering, a contradiction they had literally not considered until I pointed it out. currently have a leftist friend whose partner, after disavowing their military service for years, is now toying with the idea of returning as an officer or doing subcontracting and she's kind of ignoring it until he exexutes upon it. girl I told my partner I'd divorce him if he touched a military job what are you doing

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[necarion]

It's impressive the number of things that had to fail at Fukushima to get to a situation where...things could still be brought under control with zero radiation casualties. Following an 9.1 earthquake and tsunami that had just killed 18,000 people and taken out much of the local infrastructure for solving nuclear problems. In a reactor constructed in 1971 that was nearing the end of its operational lifespan. Which was in the middle of an ongoing refueling process at the time.

Like, at a certain point you start to reach the "6001 Hulls" problem.

And yet, we also quickly developed engineering solutions to prevent the problems at Fukushima. For one thing, the reactor had backup batteries good for 6 hours, and battery energy density has at least tripled since 2010 (and I'm sure those batteries weren't new at the time). And we can build the protective shield for the backup generator taller. And put more backup generators out of reach of tsunami. And newer reactors (since 1971) don't even have the vulnerabilities Fukushima had where the spent fuel is kept in the air.

It's such a fucking tragedy that the lesson the world took for "holy shit, we did such a good job back in 1970 that the reactor survived a 9.1 earthquake and tsunami and only suffered problems we were able to mitigate without casualties" as "well, that means the nuclear power is inherently dangerous and we gotta go back to killing people with coal".

Germany was willing to subject itself to Russian extortion as a result of shutting down power equal to 1/3 of their 2022 electrical use (and 82% of its total 2022 non-renewable use). Japan made itself vulnerable to petroleum use. Taiwan is now considering shuttering its reactors, a suicidal move that would mean a PRC blockade could utterly strangle it in a matter of weeks.

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[fenrislorsrai]

ProPublica and Capital & Main reporters visited dozens of Remnant wells and tank batteries — facilities used for oil storage and early stages of processing — scattered across this rural stretch of New Mexico. Multiple sites emitted explosive levels of methane, with one leak clocked at 10 times the concentration at which the gas can explode. Several wells belched sour hydrogen sulfide at concentrations that maxed out the gas detector, registering levels three times as high as what is “immediately dangerous to life or health,” according to the National Institute for Occupational Safety and Health. Oil Conservation Division inspectors hadn’t visited some of the wells since 2017, according to agency records. - - - Based on the per-well cleanup costs Fuge’s agency submitted to the federal government, the wells belonging to Remnant and a related company could cost the state $67 million if they are orphaned. The companies have only set aside about $1.5 million in bonds across three state and federal agencies. Under current New Mexico rules, companies only need to put up a single bond worth a maximum of $250,000 — no matter how many wells they have — with the Oil Conservation Division. The failed reform bill would’ve increased that cap to $10 million. The division can request additional bonds to cover the increased risk from idle wells, but when it asked Remnant and a related company for about $3 million, the operators put up less than a tenth of that and kept pumping oil. Weak bonding rules and an unwillingness to take on the industry have created similar shortfalls across the nation. The Pennsylvania General Assembly in the 1990s, for example, forced the state’s oil regulators to hand back money that oil companies had set aside to plug wells drilled prior to 1985, which numbered in the tens of thousands of wells. Oklahoma allows oil companies that prove they’re worth at least $50,000 — about the price of one of the ubiquitous pickup trucks cruising the oil fields — to set aside no money to plug their wells. And Kansas gives companies, no matter how many wells they own, the option of paying a flat $100 annual fee instead of setting aside a bond, as long as they have not committed recent infractions. Seven out of eight companies in the state take this route, leaving an average of less than $13 in bonds for each of the state’s 150,000 unplugged wells. The state’s estimated cleanup costs — which experts said may be low — would mean the state faces about a $1 billion shortfall between the bonds and plugging costs. “Regulations that may have worked well enough in the past have left the public and the industry ill-prepared for this last phase of life for millions of old wells,” Purvis, the petroleum reservoir engineer, said. “Left unchanged, current regulations and practices will continue to accrue liabilities that will ultimately fall on taxpayers.” All told, oil drillers have set aside only $2.7 billion in bonds with the 15 states that account for nearly all the country’s oil and gas production and $204 million with the Bureau of Land Management, the main federal oil regulator. The expected cost to plug and clean up wells in those states is $151.3 billion. ProPublica and Capital & Main obtained and analyzed more than a thousand pages of states’ applications for funding to plug orphan wells as part of the Biden administration’s Infrastructure Investment and Jobs Act. The documents reveal for the first time states’ own estimates of the cleanup costs in a way that allows states to be compared. “You can give us probably the entire infrastructure act funding — $4.7 billion — and we'd probably spend that in Pennsylvania,” Kurt Klapkowski, head of the commonwealth’s Office of Oil and Gas Management, told a national meeting of regulators in October.

You should read the whole article for exactly how companies get out of paying to cap wells. Which is basically bankruptcy... and then sometimes selling the remaining producing wells to themselves to continue producing, but without that pesky cleanup for the ones tapped out. there's also a breakdown of different states and their liabilities.

The main issue with the leaking wells is methane, which aside from being potentially explosive, is also a much more potent greenhouse gas than CO2.