Back in the 1960s, I worked in construction in the summer to pay tuition bills.
I don’t want to say the union was rife with nepotism but I was on a gang with my dad, two uncles a second cousin and my grandfather.
My grandfather was on in years at this point, so he got most of the easier jobs. My second cousin and I got mostly grunt work like holding the end of the tape measure that always reads “0” or being gofers.
One job that my grandfather got was to go into the stairwells of the still under construction building and use a can of spray paint to mark the floor number. The building was 12 stories high and he was expected to complete the task in a half day. (Look up the term “featherbedding”).
He came back down a bout an hour later to get another can of paint.
He marked the floor numbers in six-foot high numbers.
Back in the 1960s, I worked in construction in the summer to pay tuition bills.
I don’t want to say the union was rife with nepotism but I was on a gang with my dad, two uncles a second cousin and my grandfather.
My grandfather was on in years at this point, so he got most of the easier jobs. My second cousin and I got mostly grunt work like holding the end of the tape measure that always reads “0” or being gofers.
One job that my grandfather got was to go into the stairwells of the still under construction building and use a can of spray paint to mark the floor number. The building was 12 stories high and he was expected to complete the task in a half day. (Look up the term “featherbedding”).
He came back down a bout an hour later to get another can of paint.
He marked the floor numbers in six-foot high numbers.