When I was a kid, I wanted to be a train conductor. I thought it would be so cool and so much fun to drive the trains. I had a model train for years (into my freshman year of High School, when I had to put it up in the shed, because we moved and didn’t have the space for it). I’ve always wanted to ride on passenger trains (like the old ones… with the big, pretty locomotives that just chug away). I will do so someday.
I was looking into becoming a train conductor this weekend. It was wonderful how supportive Rachel was. I never expected that. I thought she would think I was a retard or something and just laugh it off. She knew I was serious and thought it would be good for me (at least to get it behind me, I guess, but I don’t really know what she thought or why she was so supportive, but I loved it). It was a great idea. It would be fun and adventurous and I’d get to play with heavy machinery (toys for big boys) and lots of fun things. Its a big responsibility, but I dig that too.
Well, my plans came to a screeching halt, when I learned that for the first 12-15 years, you are on call 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, 365 (366 on leap year) days per year. You get a minimum of 8 hours off between shifts (which probably doesn’t happen much, you get a lot of time off, I think). I wouldn’t be able to do this and still attend seminary, so it is now out of the question and I’m back to searching for my dream job (Astronaut).
Yes, I am going to have a Computer Science degree from Dallas Baptist University in May… and No, being a Conductor wouldn’t employ my degree there at all.
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The point of the story is: Rachel Loves Me!
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