I signed on with the company a few years ago as a summer intern. I almost went home after the very first night. Our machine was in the middle of a dirt hole they dared to call a tunnel, and it was loud and scary. I talked myself into sticking it out and actually began to gain a sort of affinity for the work. It was such primal work that I think my inner warrior kicked in and began to crave the difficulties and obstacles. The pay was dirt and the people in the business are made from dirt as well, but it appealed to that same inner, gut-busting manliness that someone in the military must feel. The same sort of pride in your work, and in the fact that it is you that is doing it. I had a coworker who spent two shifts in the sandbox (the middle-east) and he swore Afghanistan was less grueling than what we did. I never believed him.
Manly, Travel, Primal
Underpaid, Overworked, No Benefits, Disregard of Safety, Work with grunts, Away from home yet only get paid for time spent working