16 years old. Cleaning pigeon nests out of eaves on scaffloding three stories up. The cheap bastard had the sections spaced three feet apart to save $ on renting the "staging" as it is known here. Two 2X14s on each piece of staging. We had to swing out and kinda jump to the next section. The 2X14s were NOT anchored and I didn't know that so when I took my second "jump" gravity took over. I hung on... no... CLUNG on and could not let go.

I was paralysed with fear. The bastard climbed up and started smacking me on the arse and legs with a 1X3 until I started to climb down. He climbed down, waited for me to get close to the ground and started at it again, hollering at me to go back up or "You'll lose my nerve." I gave my notice at the end of the shift and I am like Kendall... gives me the willies just to look at pics or videos.