Think of it as the same thing as a locomotive engineer, but without wheels on the boilers.
jesus, they must remove all the windows from the room, so's none of you jump out, eh?
I used to do something similar. You learn to appreciate the quiet time.
The cleaning lady used to come in and say JESUCHRISTO, HOW YOU STAND EET SO QUIET IN HEER, I'D GO FUCKIN LOCO IN FIVE MINUTES! I'd usually say "If you see me looking all excited, I probably caused a massive explosion." And then one day, I had a massive explosion, and I didn't get all excited. So I stopped telling them that.
That was the day I realized I didn't give a fuck about nuthin', but I still preferred the quiet time.