Wal Mart or the Mines?
By Redbeard has a nice take.
Stand in your neighborhood Wal-Mart, on its linoleum floors, under its fluorescent light. Imagine wearing the blue vest day in and day out for 29 hours a week at $8 an hour. And the think of the men who travel two miles under a mountain, two miles away from sunlight and fresh air, where a single spark spells doom. For them, that dark shift was better than a slow death at a Wal-Mart job.