DEEP

I look at the sked, 1300 foot level today, means cool and damp.  I get into warm clothes, then slicker pants and jacket, rubber boots with safety bars, hat lamp on my helmet and battery pack for it on my belt, connected with cord.
Cagetender is in a jolly mood, tells of winning two thousand in a poker all-nighter.  I get off at 1300 feet, I'm running trammer locomotive and ore cars.
The gentle reader protests, "don't men do that?"
They did, centuries ago.  Now, all mechanized it takes precision, not strength.  Besides, too many of them brought addictions to work, had accidents.  Now, it's all women.
Arifa, shift boss, shows once per shift, "how's things?"
"B16 hookup will need replacing.  Other than that, bang on."
She enters it into her handheld, then 5 minutes of friendly talk.  See, I solve a problem for her.  Very few can handle working on levels alone, most want the two-person levels.  I make her scheduling easier.
Why?  Asperger Syndrome, first cousin to and variant of autism.  Just plain happy to have a job here, see so many jobs nowadays are people jobs.