When I worked for this one fat pig, I was kinda like the "climber/forman". I didn't have the official title, but I was the one that heard all the #####ing. We had another climber (real good friend of mine, we still work together all the time), but I think the fat guy was intimidated by him (bad ass dude, martial arts, etc.), so I heard it all.
I guess the stress just kinda trickled down, cuz man, I was a real #######!! lol. I've actually become quite a bit more relaxed in my older age. I sure was hell in my early 20's, though!
We got a ton of work done though, that's for damn sure!!
That was the last guy I worked for full time. I finally quit when the guys told me he was talking #### about my dead brother and family. Lot of thanks I got. He's one of my competitors now.
The best part was, after I lost my license, he was giving be a ride in one day, and says "well, you realize without your license I'm not gonna be able to pay you $12 an hour anymore". He was thinking more like $9. I said I would finish out the day, and that would be it. I ####ed those trees up so hard that day (had the hate bad), that I kept my $12 and never heard another thing about it.