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Okay, that was a long one.
Jul. 20th, 2010 03:13 pmWow. Thirty-three hours round trip to Field and back. If I hadn't had a great engineer (only the second time I've ever worked with him, and it's been a lot of fun both times), that would have really sucked.
But I did have a great engineer, so it was actually a pretty awesome trip. There's nothing quite like taking a train through the mountains to Field and back again, laughing like idiots the entire way. Over ten hours without giving our notice - both ways! - so that's a nice chunk of extra change right there. Then add heldaway, a nice little unit set-off at Keith, and I made out like a freaking bandit it was awesome!
And because we sat at the top of the hill on the way out, for something like two hours, the engineer and I had a great nap. Rolled back the seats, kicked off the boots and curled up. It really was great.
We also came up with increasingly bizarre theories as to why we were getting shafted, while on a supposed hotshot, while guys behind us on garbage trains were getting taxied through to Field. The favourite theory was that there's a giant beaver in the headquarters here in Calgary, and that it demands ass-kissing and virgin sacrifices to deliver a good trip. KALI MAA!! Obviously, we didn't kiss the ass of the beaver.
....I swear that was a lot funnier at three in the morning.
But I did have a great engineer, so it was actually a pretty awesome trip. There's nothing quite like taking a train through the mountains to Field and back again, laughing like idiots the entire way. Over ten hours without giving our notice - both ways! - so that's a nice chunk of extra change right there. Then add heldaway, a nice little unit set-off at Keith, and I made out like a freaking bandit it was awesome!
And because we sat at the top of the hill on the way out, for something like two hours, the engineer and I had a great nap. Rolled back the seats, kicked off the boots and curled up. It really was great.
We also came up with increasingly bizarre theories as to why we were getting shafted, while on a supposed hotshot, while guys behind us on garbage trains were getting taxied through to Field. The favourite theory was that there's a giant beaver in the headquarters here in Calgary, and that it demands ass-kissing and virgin sacrifices to deliver a good trip. KALI MAA!! Obviously, we didn't kiss the ass of the beaver.
....I swear that was a lot funnier at three in the morning.
