When I was painting towers, one of our 1st stops in any new town, was a goodwill (or other thrift store). We'd buy the very light, long sleeve button-ups like a lot of Mexicans wear, a shit-load of tee shirts to wrap our heads & cheap jeans and Dickie type work pants.
Depending on where you were painting, if you had the wind in your face all day, the following morning, you could literally stand your pants up on their own. Most of us wore combat boots with the zippers on the sides - the zippers and shoestrings would be covered with duct tape. (the strings, so they wouldn't hang up on bolts and shit.
High quality Motorola radios were put in regular tube socks taped shut with a carabiner attached so you could hang it from your gear. Practicing finding that ptt button through the sock was an absolute must... Your very life depends on it. You prolly won't believe me but there were times I'd get hung up on something while being raised or lowered in a bosun's chair... I've had my asshole stretch about 6 feet trying to find that fkn button... When you finally find it you just key it a bunch of times to get the hoist operator to stop. Holding the radio wasn't an option when moving bc you needed both hands and feet to "climb" & navigate the steel.
The hoist operator can't see you after you're a couple hundred feet up, it's all radio and there were usually 3 people on wires at a time. It was a firing offense to get on the radio when someone else was already moving (except for the boss/owner of course, that fkr would get impatient all the time and break the rule, nearly getting people killed.)
A good operator pays attention to the cables and can tell by the amount of slack in them, if you're moving alright. There is normally more slack in the 5/16" wire rope, than you would think, so you do have a couple seconds to react if you get hung up or in a bind when trying to navigate around cellular arrays and tom-toms and shit. We called anything attached to the tower "junk".
Good fn times!
And yes, we got ripped before, during and after climbing & painting. My pre employment drug test was proving I could roll a good joint...