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I've thought about that job more than any other I've had.
The electricians, curt and cranky in the morning, were more amicable once I came back with nourishment and their change in singles and fives. Someone paid our way when we were apprentices, so it's only right. Back in real life, a man behind the counter at the deli where I was buying lunch saw my hard hat -- sky-blue and decorated with my safety training sticker and some skulls from a fellow electrician -- and said, "A woman in the workforce. I was late for my first morning, having gotten lost going from the women's "shanty" to the building where I was supposed to work.