My first railroad job was with a shortline freight outfit. I had this romanticized notion that I would ride the trains through towns, have fun and get paid alot of money. Well, reality reared its ugly head real quick the first time I had to walk to the end of my train in the middle of the night, in pitch black, while it was snowing. We had to shove back about 8 miles to our yard because the track in front of us was blocked. After getting hurt a couple of times, and putting up with alot of abuse from my co-workers (some deserved and others not so deserved) about my inability to learn the job, I realized 2 things. One, I sucked as a trainman and 2, I still wanted to work for the railroad. Eventaully, I hired out as block operator and 3 years later, I am with the MTA as a rail traffic controller. I finally got my railroad job that I am good at and that I love doing.
"The truth is you're the weak. And I'm the tyranny of evil men. But I'm tryin', Ringo. I'm tryin' real hard to be a shepherd."-Jules, "Pulp Fiction"