I worked like a dog when I was a carpenter's helper. It's because I loved working hard (go figure). But one of the guys I worked with would out of nowhere come up limping and say "Something turned loose" and wait for a friend to come pick him up. He was also the guy who could never find the tool he was sent to fetch. I loved some of the terminology we used on the job sight. I won't say the words we used when a piece of wood was cut just a tiny tad too long. I got used to talking like that on the job sight. Once I said something kind of obscene that our crew knew what I was referring to. Once on a big commercial job I said one of those things just as an electrician came out. One of our guys told me that he heard the electrition say "did you hear what that woman said?!" The worst thing was when I had to leave to do something. The boss knew about it in advance. We were working with 3 other helpers on that day. When I left I told them that I'd be back in an hour and for them to make me proud of them while I was gone. When I got back, the crew had walked out! I wasn't a very good helper. I hauled a lot of lumber from here to there and did other dummy jobs, but I loved the hard work and although I wasn't as strong as the men, I could hang longer.