So…. I’m a motherflippin’ railroad conductor. It’s not exactly a done deal yet; I still have some flaming, corporate hoops to jump through, but as long as I make it through that mumbo jumbo, I’m in.
Mission accomplished.
So…. I’m a motherflippin’ railroad conductor. It’s not exactly a done deal yet; I still have some flaming, corporate hoops to jump through, but as long as I make it through that mumbo jumbo, I’m in.
Mission accomplished.
Wahoo! Yet another cattle call (this will make 5). DM&E Railroad this time. Maybe I’ll hire out with the most dangerous railroad in the country! That’d be exciting. Not too sure about calling the thriving metropolis of Waseca home, though. I wonder how the UtiliKilt would go over at the grocery store.
Whatever. I want to move trains and, frankly, couldn’t give a shit where or who for.
It’s gonna flippin’ happen. Some day my answer won’t take the tone of apology when someone asks, “So, what do you do?”
I’ve completed training as a railroad conductor, but my stack of rejection letters is impressive.
I’ve submitted a resume three contracts in a row to work at McMurdo Station in Antarctica. Twice as a lunch lady and once as a Material Requisition Specialist. No bites.
Royal Caribbean Cruise Lines keeps e-mailing me jobs I qualify for, but doesn’t call after I apply.
Coolworks.com is a pretty swell site, but nothing currently available really strikes my fancy.