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<p><b>Rule 3: The boss will always have a son. The
son will have no direction in life (thus he works
for his father). The son's duties will include
wrecking a car or getting arrested at least once
during the course of the job.</b></p>
<p>Bronco was not a Rhodes scholar, but compared to
others he was a fine example of humanity. Tall,
blond crew cut, always looked vaguely confused,
but harmless. Unlike the others.</p>
<p><b>Rule 4: There will always be present one Big
Scary Guy who just got out of prison.</b></p>
<p>Angel was a gigantic Mexican ex-con. He must have
been at least six foot three, 240 pounds. </p>
<p><b>Rule 5: The aforementioned Big Scary Guy will
take it as a personal insult whenever any member
of the crew is not working to his standards.</b></p>
<p>Rule number five particularly applied to me.</p>
<p>I got to move roof trusses in the mud with Angel.
It was the hardest work I have ever done in my
life. As I slogged through the muck, panting my
mantra ("lift with the legs, not the back") I
remembered rule number six.</p>
<p><b>Rule 6: It will be considered treason and moral
weakness on any job site to have concern for one's
health.</b></p>
<p>I felt I was on the edge of either passing out or
suffering permanent spinal damage. Angel was
watching me, like he was pondering something.
"Hey. We grab two on this next load, uh?"</font> <font face="arial,helvetica"><b><a href="page4.html" onmouseover="window.status='{ continue }';return true" target="main">>>></a></b></p>
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