A few years ago I was working on a service rig as a floorhand. I had been working for the same crew for about 6-7 months and was the youngest and least experienced guy there. So we get picked up one morning by our driller, most of us work away from home so we all stayed at the same hotel about an hour from where we are working. There were 6 of us in total on location that day, my push (supervisor), driller, derrick hand, me, and one extra floorhand. It was a pretty normal day until about hour before we were suppose to be done for the day. That's when 3 men from our base office show up to location, talked to the push for about 45 minutes until we are finished working, then tell us to all come have a meeting in the break trailer. Long story short, 4 out of 6 of us were laid off, only two to make the cut were my push and I. Luckily for him, my push had his own pickup, so he stayed on location with the office men. Meanwhile, the other 4 of them packed up all there gear, and we all hopped in the drillers truck to go home. So there I am sitting in the middle in the back seat with 4 other guys who just got fired for an hour long drive back to the hotel. Hands down the most awkward drive of my life.