I’ll be honest, the last place I expected to be on a Thursday in March was Austin, Texas, at South by Southwest. As president of the 12.5 million member AFL-CIO, I spend my days advocating for working people on picket lines and in the halls of power. I grew up about 1,500 miles from Austin in the small town of Nemacolin, Pennsylvania. I followed my father and grandfathers into the coal mines, using that experience as the foundation for my career as a trade unionist. “Another day. Another dollar in the hole,” my dad used to say before we left for work. So my journey from digging coal in rural America to a discussion about the “robot uprising” and the “future of work” was a long one indeed.