Horse Trailer Living

      One thing that is well known about the trainmaster jobs in this company is that they tend to move you around a lot.  This is great for you professionally, you get exposed to a wide variety of management styles and issues that come up on different parts of the railroad.  In training I saw 3 different terminals (Avon, IN, Willard, OH and Baltimore, MD) and I came away from each place having learned some valuable lessons (occasionally the hard way).  I am hoping to get a chance to do a little bit more line of road work as time goes on, and learn a little bit more on how the divisions work together (and sometimes separately) to make our freight move smoothly. 

      Personally, it can be a little bit tougher, especially when your spouse also works for the railroad and wants to have a say in his living situation.  So since I expect to move around some, and I am a little on the crazy side anyway, I bought a horse trailer with living quarters (something that I have wanted since age 4 or so) and moved into it this weekend.  I am staying at a campground and have all the amenities a girl could really need.  The trailer has a full bathroom, stove, fridge, freezer and bed.  The campground has a bar and restaurant and a creek to fish in, and I found a spot for my horse a few miles away from the campground.  So I am quite literally a "happy camper"!

      After moving in this weekend, I briefly debated on starting a blog on horse trailer living, but I am hoping that it will be more mundane than interesting (everyone has a tambourine playing hippie neighbor right?!?)  I may change my mind as the seasons come and go.  I expect the summer to be annoyingly busy, and the winter to be challengingly cold (please God don't let my pipes freeze!), but I am hoping it won't be interesting enough to write about. 

     

The Girl Dinner

Last Thursday I attended the "Diamonds in the Rough" dinner for female leaders of CSX.  You may remember my previous post in which I was not particularly excited about the prospect of going to this dinner.  This post will involve me eating some crow. 

The evening started with a meet and greet game where we had to find similarities among us.  I was really nervous and went to the bar first to get a glass of wine. Turns out the 'cash bar' actually meant, cash.  Not card, not charge it to the room, cash.  So immediately, there were several of us that had something in common, we were thirsty and had no cash.  After playing the game for a few minutes, myself and another girl named Angela (who won a prize in the meet and greet game) limped down to the atm.  I say limped because well, I wear heels about twice a year, and she didn't seem to be fairing much better.  After much complaining, short stepping and praying, we got our cash and our wine. 

There were 82 women attending the dinner and they ranged in occupation from a clerk to the VP of operations.  The seating was assigned, which I was happy for since I only knew a few people in the room.  The seating seemed to mix the very new and the very experienced and there was much laughing and learning at the table.  Some of the older women commented how they are starting to notice a line at the women's room, and this is the one time they don't really mind. 

The VP of operations got up to say a few words, and she really struck a cord with me.  She told a story of a job she had in NYC for the bridges and roads department.  She said she wanted to talk to the guys working and see what they were doing, the man she said it to smiled and told her to wear boots and they would take care of the rest.  The next day the smiling man took her to the Brooklyn Bridge, the guys were working at the top, and she had to walk up the cable to the top of the bridge to the work site.  She said she knew if she didn't do this, she might as well just quit this job. So even though she was terrified, she walked to the top of the bridge. Folks in case you think you read that wrong, our VP of operations has walked to the top of the Brooklyn Bridge! The lesson was it's okay to be terrified, but overcoming it can help you grow in more ways than you can imagine.  I thought it was a pretty awesome story. 

In short, I learned that the ladies of CSX are not hot house flowers.  They are tough, strong women and I was honored to be among those invited to be a part of the girl dinner.

YUM CROW

 Proof that I was actually wearing a dress and heels.

It's Official....I think

     Well I think I need to change the title of this blog to "A girls life as a trainmaster" instead of signalman.  I am in Cumberland and have received an email that told me I have been approved for transfer and I am participating in the pre-decision process.  I really don't know what that means....  I think it means I am placed in Cumberland, MD as an official trainmaster, but I don't know if it's official yet or it will be official once all of the red tape is cut. I also am not sure how to go about receiving some of the benefits that come with the upgrade in title.  The division manager did shake my hand today and tell me "Congratulations"  so I think that is a good sign. 
   
     This corporate stuff is a little hard to navigate sometimes.  I am not well versed in the what to wear, what to say and why we need 6 forms for one thing.  For example we had a performance management class today, and since all mangers are required to attend, there were a wide range of attendees.  I felt a bit lost, not sure exactly what was expected of me, but I sat there, shut my mouth (yay me!) and listened. That seemed to go over well, so I made it out of there without any major foot in mouth episodes.

    I have also been invited to a 'diamond in the rough' dinner for female leaders of CSX.  Hmmmm CSX wants to fly me to Jacksonville to have dinner?  I figured I better call my boss on this one.  He was encouraging and told me of course I should go!  Nice guy that one.  So I have sent in my acceptance that I will go to dinner in Jacksonville with a bunch of other women leaders.  What in the world am I gonna wear!?!?  I don't think jeans and work boots are right, probably not kakis and work boots either.  I don't even know if my dress cowboy boots will work.  I will be calling my best friend and fashion consultant on this one, any reasonable suggestions are also welcome.

Disclaimer!  The following statement are views completely personal to me and in no way reflect any views held by CSX.
So here is the thing....I hate the whole girls only dinner idea.  I mean if you wanted to have a boys only dinner everyone would be up in arms.  I think it is great for networking but I want to be good at my job, not 'good for a girl'.  I don't want promotions, jobs, raises etc. based on anything other than my job performance or potential to do a good job in a new role.  I don't want it to have any thing to do with the fatty lumps on my chest. 


Ok rant over, and since my last post was sorely lacking in winter railroading fun I made sure I got brave and took my gloves off to catch a good winter picture.  This is Cumberland yard with a remote engine headed back up the hump.

Railroading in the Winter

And not just any winter, a particularly bitterly cold winter.  Facebook is full of posts about the freezing cold and how no one can believe how cold it is!  This really got me thinking about my childhood winter memories versus my absolute hatred of the current winter temps.

I can remember snowy winters and cold winters but never anything dreadful.   We bundled up and did normal kid things, sledding and snowball fights.  My aunt even had a snow mobile that we tied sleds behind and went flying off through barren snow covered fields, flipping off our sleds and giggling as we went.  I remember stinging cheeks and cold toes with a strange fondness.  We were always so tired coming inside from our fun that pulling our boots off seemed like a giant hurdle we may never overcome. By the time we finally got all of our layers off, someone always had a hot cup of cocoa or Ovaltine waiting for us.  I don't think I ever slept so soundly as I did coming in from those snowy winter days.

However, the sound sleep is about the only thing that hasn't changed.  I am sure that winter held challenges for my parents that I had no idea about,  and now I have to make my own cocoa, but wow! Railroading in the winter is a whole new challenge.  There are the things that can happen in any industry like busted pipes.  (Two separate terminals have had underground pipe issues causing a lack of water in the buildings)  But this industry depends heavily on equipment and anyone who has ever tried to start their car in the winter knows that equipment and cold weather don't go great together.

This winter has proved more challenging because of the extremely cold temps.  Frozen switches, broken rails, drained motors and of course all of the people that have to work out in this cold.  Add a little snow and ice, and now no one can get to work, or if they can the snow and ice cause more problems.  We all look like the kid from A Christmas Story who can't put his arms down and when it gets up into the twenties with a little sun we are all thinking spring is right around the corner!  The track and signal departments are working round the clock to keep us up and running and our conductors are trudging through snow and ice building our trains.  I think the only ones that don't mind are the engineers sitting up in the cab snuggled up to their sidewall heaters and even they might get a little cranky if this stuff keeps up much longer.

So here is to the ground hog predicting an early spring and to all the folks out there battling frostbite for their jobs.  CHEERS!

PS.  I know this post should be accompanied by beautiful snowy pictures and perhaps a few silly pictures of some people wrapped up like mummies but there was no way I was taking my gloves off to push the button!

Happy Holidays!

The holidays are over and it's time to get back to work.  I hope everyone had a great holiday season and not to many of you need another vacation to get over the craziness of the holidays.  Amazingly the railroad was kind enough to give me Christmas week off and I took full advantage.  Family came down and I cooked a huge meal.

No Christmas would be complete without a visit from the local PD and ours was completed thanks to my ex-sister in law.  She reported that her son, who was down at my house, was dying and very sick and we were neglecting the little man (because there are no doctors in Virginia you know)  The officer showed up to find a happy little boy playing with his new trucks.  No further action was taken, but as the good hostess I did offer him some brownies and coffee. 

The rest of the week was rather uneventful and I was only mildly exhausted by the end of the week.  The kids were a great help and did their share to keep the house up and took care of the dessert course for the big meal.  Two helpful teens in the house, yes God was smiling down on me!

I am of course back at work and have gotten a nice change of scenery, no more Ohio for me, I have been transferred to the Baltimore division and have been working right in Baltimore.  The people here are great and there are still a lot of industries in the area which gives me hope for both the railroad and the nation.  Baltimore is a huge port, much bigger than I ever thought driving through on 95.  It is great to see the amount of industry here and how much new or reused areas there are along the bay.

Speaking of the bay, holy crabs batman! If you are a crab fan you need to schedule a trip to Baltimore.  If you have ever seen Forrest Gump and heard Bubba talk about shrimp (shrimp scampi, grilled shrimp, shrimp salad, broiled shrimp.....)  that is how the people of Baltimore feel about their local crabs. They are serious blue crab fanatics   I am not a seafood eater, but everyone else seems thrilled with all of the options available here.
 

The If/Then Game

Note: This has nothing to do with the railroad, this is just some of my middle of the night musings.

     All women play this game, some are amateurs, some are professionals, but there aren't a whole lot of women I know that don't play to some extent.  Here is how the game works; a seemingly innocuous occurrence turns into sheer panic and we have thought through the consequences of this one event for the next several months (if you are an amateur) to next several years (if you are a professional).  I fall somewhere in the middle depending of course on what is causing me to panic.
The one thing I realized when I was musing over this topic, was that we could channel this idea into some great job opportunities.  So lets look at some circumstances and where they could lead in life. 

     The first one we will visit is the impending snow storm.  Weathermen love to do these up to sound like the end of the world, so there are a few women who will go into a panic and start the if/then game.  If the weatherman does a good enough job a man might even get into it a little.  Lets examine the difference.
Man:Hmmm IF there is a big snow storm tomorrow THEN I will be shoveling snow tomorrow. (If  the man is really concerned then he might pick up an extra 6 pack on the way home.) 

Woman :  OMG IF it snows tomorrow, THEN I will have to drive to work in it, THEN I will wreck, OMG THEN will the insurance cover the damage, IF it doesn't, THEN where will I get the money, OMG  THEN how will I get to work, IF I can't get to work THEN I will get fired!  IF I get fired, THEN how will I make the house payment!

      Notice the difference.  Now this may not send all women into a panic, and some men pride themselves in their snow removal prowess, those men however say things more like "I get to use my new snow blower"  Not the same game, they just get to play with their new toy.

     Now that example is at least a semi legitimate reason to go into full if/then mode.  Lets look at an example that may be a little more benign. Lets say you call your significant other and say, "hey I am going to stop and have a drink with some friends on the way home, I will be a little late"

Man: IF she stops for a drink, THEN I will have the house to myself when I get home.  (In this example the worst the man may think is, "dang, hope there is something microwavable in the fridge")

Woman:  IF he stops to get a drink THEN he won't be sober when he drives home, THEN he will get a DUI, OMG  IF he gets a DUI he will lose his license, THEN he will lose his job.  IF he loses his job, THEN how will he find another one without a car and with a DUI on his record. OMG IF he can't find a job, THEN we will have to sell the house!!

or perhaps this will be the Woman's reaction.

Woman:  IF he is stopping to get a drink, THEN he might meet someone, IF he meets someone, THEN he will have an affair, IF he has an affair, THEN he may divorce me, IF he divorces me, THEN the children won't have a father around to take care of them!!

Now you understand?  Now these are all examples of professional if/then-ers.  Chances are most woman fall short of getting to the sell the house part.  These little panic attacks can come from anything, a political agenda, your neighbors cat, the fast food joint they are putting in town and so on.  Most women will have these little panics, realize they are silly, and resume their normal sanity. A few will drag it out a bit longer but most never more than a day or so.  So if you are involved with a woman in any way, and she has an if/then panic, the best thing you can do is wait, silently if at all possible.  She will figure it out and go on her merry way and you will be standing there slack jawed trying to figure out what just happened and if you are in trouble for anything (If you stayed quiet, probably not) 

     So after I started thinking about this little game, I thought "wow, this would be great if we could channel it better!"  I think if we could channel this talent better we could be great civil engineers, city disaster planners, architects  etc.  Think about it; IF we build a new hospital, THEN there will be more traffic, IF there is more traffic, THEN we will need better roads, IF we put in new roads and a new hospital, THEN there will be more jobs, IF there are more jobs, THEN we will need more housing!

     IF there is a hurricane, THEN the electric will go out, IF the electric goes out, THEN people won't be able to get clean water....

     IF we put a support here, THEN we can open this wall up, IF we open this wall up, THEN we can add more counter space.....

I am sure you get the idea.


I hope you have enjoyed this installation of midnight musings, hopefully I will be back on days in December and we can go back to talking about railroading.

Deer, Derailments and the Dead of Night

     Lets start with the deer, they are huge here!  I am working in mid-Ohio and if anyone is looking for a good place to find a trophy buck, they should look no further than mid-Ohio.  One of the guys here showed me a picture of a buck he shot locally and it scored a 179 on the Boone and Crocket scale.  The antlers were as big around as my wrist!  I have not seen any that big but there is a beautiful 8 point that hangs around the yard and a few smaller bucks as well.  The sheer body size is amazing, even the does are the size of a small pony.  I guess that's what they mean by "corn fed"

     Now to the derailments, we have had two in the past two weeks here and the damage this equipment can do always amazes me.  One truck comes off, grabs the rail next to it, and pulls the whole track over for about 300', ties and all.  The rail looked like spaghetti when the conductor finally stopped.  It is one of the things that we need to remember out here, this is dangerous work and one small "oooppps" can cause major damage and major injury.  I know we preach safety but sometimes I think we forget just how powerful this equipment is.  In the above example the cars were moving at about 5mph.  At 5mph we can bend steel and rip ties out of the ground, it's not the speed that kills out here, it's weight.  One of our road engines is around 350 tons, that's 700,000lbs! This is an unforgiving environment and I pray to God that I never have to deal with the death of a coworker out here.  I know a lot of stories, but I don't want to be the one that has to knock on someone's loved ones door. 

     And finally, the dead of night.  I have been working all overnights mostly 12 hour shifts.  For my first part of training I was always with someone, but now they have turned me loose on my own.  This gives me a lot of time... in the dead of night....to think.  This is never a good thing, and I am sure every married man that just read that went "uh oh", yea I know.  It seems 4am when the crews are in lunch and I am sitting alone in my truck is about the worst time.  I have started reading my Bible, which helps, but I am starting to be a pro at worrying about my life.  Trying to figure out what you are supposed to be as a wife and mother while working 400 miles from home in the middle of the night, well lets just say, I am pretty confused.  On one hand I like my job, my husband is proud of me, and he is pretty big on the income that I bring in, on the other hand I haven't seen the man in 3 weeks, my house is a wreck and I haven't cooked a real meal in 6 months.   Here's hoping that they keep me busy at 4am. For my sanity and probably my husbands to.

Sorry no pictures of the deer or the derailments, but working in the dead of night does not make for great pictures.  For my foamer friends, Canadian National has been sending some beautiful brand spanking new engines through Ohio, they are dead in tow, but they are very shiny!