Work is about doing things so repetitiously that no matter how shitty of a job you do to start off with, eventually you get to be pretty good at what you are doing. You get talented. That is usually when the drinking on the job begins. Trouble is, when you change jobs all that talent gets wasted.
I used to work on the river breaking up booms of timber for the sawmill. Three of the tools you get to use on the river are chainsaws, peavies and axes. I got to be ok with the chainsaw and I got real handy with peavies and axes. When I was chopping kindling for a campfire I was reminded how much I still like to swing an axe like an executioner. Using an axe well demands a sharp focus.
Chop, which is what an axeman does, is one of the few words in the English language that sounds like what it is describing. Fuck is another. I cannot think of any more.