I drove a forklift back in the Ensign day at NAVSTA Rota, SP, to position the brow ("gangplank") for Navy ships arriving and departing the pier, under the watchful eye of the Boatswain's Mate Master Chief, on an occasion when over half the enlisted crew was out sick with the flu. We had an incoming destroyer squadron. Anxious to prove myself as the first female officer at the Port Services Dept. (there was only one head, but that's a sea story for another day), I had insisted on getting hands-on experiences and training with driving all the rolling gear and the tugboats/utility boats/small boats/mike boats (LCM), going down into the tugboat bilges to perform maintenance, jumping from the tug to the incoming ship or sub outside the harbor with the harbor pilots, and so on, to understand what my sailors were being asked to do in blazing hot Spanish summers and cold 3 AM arrivals in winter. License-schmicense! Goggle-eyes on the incoming destroyer (still all male) as a female Ensign maneuvered the forklift and swinging brow into position... I swear that was the turning point for acceptance by the goatlocker, my enlisted division and fellow Port Ops officers, all mustangs. After that, I was "their Ensign," worthy of being taught how to be a good division officer and how to lead Sailors.
Some years later, as the first female XO of a large shore ship maintenance facility, I set the tone on my first walk around by asking if I could jump in the forklift in the warehouse and practice moving a pallet. Broke the ice with the senior enlisted leadership, especially my Command Master Chief, Boiler Technician Master Chief. BTs handled steam propulsion back in the day.
Lastly, since I seem to be procrastinating on post-holiday chores this morning, enjoy this Naval Institute article about long-departed Navy ratings:
https://news.usni.org/2014/12/03/brief-list-old-obscure-obsolete-u-s-navy-jobs