The good news is, they let one fellow go. The bad news is, that made for another late start, which the former rigger had compounded by being over an hour late to the jobsite. And it made them short-handed -- about a quarter of a man short by my count, though I may be too generous.
There was also rather more interpersonal drama over the art of rigging temporary cables to carry heavy, awkward objects to and from a great height than I have learned to expect in 32 years of overseeing contractors working on a very tall tower. Why this should be, I do not know, though I suspect the huge demands made on the available pool of talent by the FCC's two-year schedule to rearrange RF spectrum occupancy has meant some very primo prima donnas are being coddled. They'll have a rude awakening once the effort is complete.
Meanwhile, I spent ten hours at work and have very little to show for it that I didn't do with my own hands. At least the tower work was a fixed-price job.