Well, I can see right now that I've spent 50 years in the wrong industry. We don't get a limo, we get a five year old six pack Chevy with holes in the floorboards, an AM radio permanently stuck on the local farm news station, windows that don't roll all the way up, moldy upholstery, and an all pervading odor of snoose, sweat, diesel, sox on their fourth day of wear, grease, saw mix, and the combined breath, farts, and belches of six guys who consider prepackaged breakfast burritos as one of the basic food groups. That's one of the reasons we've never fixed the windows.
As for water...a much used plastic Pepsi bottle dipped in whatever creek looks to be clean enough to lessen the chances of Giardia...as in "hell, we drank out of that creek all last season and hardly anybody got sick enough to miss work"...
As for groundies...we don't have that exact job description but we do have landing rats. Their job is to buck the logs that are too big for the processor, cut the limbs off, brand the logs, help the truckers tie down, fuel the equipment, keep the landing saws sharp and ready and generally do whatever else comes up. They should like to run. They usually have more tattoos than teeth.
I've always suspected that there's a hiring criteria for landing rats...when they apply they're given an IQ test and if their IQ is within ten points of the current outside air temperature they get hired. Hiring is almost always done in the winter.
