The Tipping Point - Rolling by the Halfway Point in Conductor Training

Well today officially marks the tipping point.  We hit the halfway mark in railroad training and have only four and a half weeks left in our training before we all go back to our respective crew bases and move into the next phase of this process of becoming a Class 1 Conductor for Amtrak.  As of today, we have taken several tests and am sitting at a cumulative of approximately 95% on my tests. 

We've gone over many topics and we are currently in the process of going over air brakes and car handling.  We've spent the week in Philadelphia learning air brakes, moving cars and so forth.  Our big test for it is this Friday.  We will then move into revenue and then the meat and potatoes...operating rules and signals.  Those are the two critical tests which you need an 88% to pass for rules and 100% for the signals which we need to know verbatim.  I got to the point last week where I felt like I could test the signals at any point and know all 80 plus signals and what their indications mean word for word.  The operating rules should be a familiarizing process as well.  

 

The last couple of weeks out here have come and gone since my last post.  I am still feeling very comfortable about this process as each subject breezes on by. I am ready to get back home though.  I miss my family and my home.  In Montana, I had the luxury of a larger portion of the training devoted to on the job training where I was able to have larger periods of time where I had my solitude and more hands on learning as well.  They are both equally rewarding experiences in their own respects.  I just miss being home I guess.  I've taken several trips with my down time.  Whether it be New York, Philadelphia, Washington, D.C. or Baltimore, it's been good to just get away with my free time.  I have definitely put in dozens of miles on these trips by foot.  They're fulfilling yet extremely exhausting because of the number of places to be seen in those cities.  I've seen a number of great things out here like Ben Franklins grave, the monuments in DC, The Empire State Building just to name a few.  I think out of everything that I've seen or done out here, some of the best moments come when my wife sends me a video text of the things she does back at home with the kids.  I love getting the videos of Roman during his tee-ball games of him hitting the ball and playing.  I enjoy being around peers and doing things together but nothing beats family and the joys that go along with that.  I was recently dreaming a dream in relation to a previous trip I had taken with Peggy and really would love to do another epic road trip with her.  It is one of the fondest memories of us together.  Everything was so pure, true and care free.  I dream of reliving that moment in reality instead of just being in my head.  I don't know if that's even possible but to dream a dream I will.  God willing.  

I have a return date, May 21st.  I look forward to seeing everyone back home.  I look forward to getting on the road and doing the job.  I look forward to getting it all back. My family most importantly!  Whatever that future holds, I place in Gods hands and will just continue to do right by him and try.  I trust in him and know that his will is just.  I'm finding a peace in knowing him and trusting that.  Life is life and there aren't perfect moments but there is Him and His love and that is good enough for me.  

I appreciate readers.  Followers, likers, friends and family.  Those that love, like and support me through all of this.  Thank you.  Truly, I do.  From the bottom of my heart.  None of this wouldn't be entirely possible without all the singular parts played to make this happen.  Thank you all, God Bless!

Deja Vu...at the Amtrak Training Facility

A new chapter is finally here.  I'm in Wilmington, Delaware at the Amtrak Training Facility going through another Conductor certification for a Class 1 railroad.  It's ironic that at exactly this time a year ago I was going through railroad training but for BNSF Railway.  It even snowed at this exact time last year in Montana as well.  Even the process of my downtime, facetiming my family back in Tacoma is very similar to how it was a year ago.  So similar that they even housed us in an area next to a town called Glasgow, that's literally a stones throw away.  Those that have followed along or know me already know that is the name of the town I was at in Montana. 

Though this time around, I think I have the advantage of already knowing a good portion of the material and some of it is just a refresher to me.  I feel a little more relaxed this time around.  There's still the pressure of producing results when test times come around, but overall there is just something about it all that has me very comfortable as I walk through this process.  I'm very early in this process as I'm in the the middle of my third week out here. There's 9 in total and when I'm done, I still have to go back to my crew base in Seattle where I'll enter into the portion of having to know and test for the CROR, which is the Canadian Railway Operating Rules because I'll be making regular trips up to BC.  I'll also have several on the job trips that I'll need to take before I'm actually qualified.  So there's still some time left in order to make it through this process.  

The way I see this experience is like this. Focus on the material, but at the same time I'm not gonna kill myself like some of the other students with over doing it on the material.  When you get to the point where you're physically losing sleep studying the material, I feel you're actually losing.  You can only retain so much and when you distract yourself with the emotional stresses and panic of the training, that then begins to cloud your ability to focus.  

This is a once in a lifetime opportunity!  To be able to be on the corridor here with the ability to travel for free and see things that I may never get to see again or for a really long time.  When I get back, all I'll be doing is working.  Married to the railroad extra board.  With that said, I'm gonna see the eastern seaboard while I'm here. Study on the trains, relax and take it all in.  Remain composed and help others that need it.  Not that I have a ton of experience, but I've walked this road and think that I can provide a little bit of assistance to those in need.  I'm also in the process of putting together a mental note of the "best" Philly cheesesteak.  That will be in a post to come, but it's a work in progress.  I'd like to catch a few baseball games while I'm over here as well.  Take in all the historical points, eat from local establishments.  I want to make the best of this experience while I'm here.  When it's time to work, bring my A game.  Though when it's not, to be able to disconnect from the gobs of material that they throw at you in a 9 week period of time and relax.  

So that's my plan.  Join me for the ride if you'd like, follow my photos on the Facebook page or take it as you wish to do.  This guy is gonna make the most of this experience and not sit in boring city of Bear for 9 weeks.  I've got a great roommate.  He is also half Filipino and have got along marvelously.  We have been working out together, sharing the cooking and cleaning duties of our apartment and even have been traveling together on the weekends.  We've been taking in the sites of Philadelphia and DC, going to all of the landmarks, tourist spots and local food favorites that I've sought out through Yelp.  Below, is a bunch of pictures that will kind of summarize how the first three weeks have gone.  

"All Aboard" Furloughed: Day 276...The Last Day!!!

It's been a long time since my last post.  I had intended to post at day 241 and even titled it "The Grind".  That very grind kept me from focusing my attention towards posting my thoughts of this trying journey.  It has been 100 days since my last post which was in 2015 and before Christmas.  So much has taken place since I posted last.  I will bring you up to speed in the coming paragraphs, one by one and buckle you in for the next chapter in this interesting story of my experiences with the railroad and my life.

Life has been life.  We go through our daily motions and traditions and try to not get too consumed with the world to focus our attention with our intent of where we want to go with our life along with where we want our kids to go with theirs.  We have an image of what we want them to experience and be exposed to.  How we want them to act or what we want them to get involved in. We certainly can't control the choices and decisions, but we can certainly lead by example and what we allow them to take in as input in a world that is so overloaded with input.  We can only do our best and give our best effort with all the love that God graces us to give.  As such in life in general...all we can do is try.  Whether it's with raising kids, paying bills, going to work and relationships.  It's all essentially the same in the sense, it's gonna be what it's gonna be and all we can do is give our best effort and stand tall knowing that we walked the walk and did it trying.  So with all that said, here is where I stand as of day 276 of this journey.  

My boys are my boys!  My flesh.  My blood.  The true innocence of love without condition.  They are my world.  Anything else that I seem to love, invest into, touch or talk to in general, unfortunately has conditions to it.  Eight years ago I said yes.  I got married to the woman of my dreams who was a mother of two girls who I accepted into my life as my own.  To love for better or for worse, to lay down my life for, to protect with all my might.  Life takes it turns and has its ups and downs as we all travel in a roller coaster of growth and emotion and choices.  As hard as it might be, I choose love!  It doesn't always look like love with how I act but in my heart and intent.  I seek peace, I seek love!  I took in, innocence with having step daughters who also take their own ride.  They accepted me as dad all while knowing their biological fathers.  A love existed that wasn't stormed with years of inabilities and wedges.  Walls that calloused to a degree of nothing but condition.  No longer am I dad to them, no longer am I seemingly a friend either.  Blocked from social media and reduced to nothing more than just being an outsider that gets third party updates of what is going on in their lives.  I try.  It's certainly hard to love and show the affection as what once was when there is such condition to everything.  I invest, try at a level I can.  I support as a father does and provide the essence of what comes from a parental figure I suppose.  I try and participate in their activities and be a part of it.  I certainly can't speak wisdom, discipline or mold the fabric  of the younger ones life because of the heart wounds and or the inability to seek out grace as God gives us for our own shortcomings.  When those learning opportunities present themselves, I only push myself further away because it's coming from me and not someone else.  I certainly get it.  I have a step father and I felt the same towards him as they do I.  I couldn't label a harder task in my life than that of being a step father with its challenges.  It's honestly the hardest and toughest thing that I walk every day of my life. To deal with physical, emotional pains that one would find debilitating and exhausting doesn't honestly compare to the struggles of being a step father because of that feeling of rejection.  To love with all your heart.  To make that personal sacrifice of saying, I would do anything to protect you.  To jump in front of a bullet for or spare with the sacrifice of your own life to know that it's only dealt with constant rejection and unforgiveness. It absolutely sucks!!!  Let me tell you...it is so so hard that words truly cannot describe its struggle.  It wasn't until that I truly forgave my own step father and accepted him for who he was, what his strengths were along with what his weaknesses were.  

This I do know, he said yes!   Just as I did on the shores of Oahu with God, and all the nearest and dearest present to witness the union, the vows.  My step father said yes to a widowed woman with four young children.  No experience.  No manual on how it's done.  He certainly didn't have a clue, yet I see that he tried.  Most importantly, he didn't quit.  He said yes to all of us and did the best he could with what he had to work with.  He tried.  Today,  I love him more now than I ever have or could have ever imagined loving one that I absolutely abhorred when I was younger.  He was the easy target for all my own inadequacies and faults.  I blamed him for it all.  A stubbed toe would have his name spoken in vain.  I get it!  I am that same man that gets blamed for current life choices.  I'm to blame for the weather it seems like.  I can do no right and bask in a world of wrong.  I can only hope that there is a maturing that takes place where they grow and move past their past.  To honestly let go and let God.  As cheesy as it may be to some that hear catch phrases, it's true!  To turn over those pains, give them to God and let him do a healing that only God can do to our hearts is the only way that we truly experience his love and the joy and peace that goes along with it.  Yeah it won't change the things that took place.  I certainly will never forget the physicality of abuse and overall hurt that took place in my childhood though the chains have been broken and I am certainly free from it with the forgiveness that has taken place from it.  It's easier said than done and the picture may differ from that of another set of eyes in the experiences of my life, yet that is the one from my set of eyes, my feelings.  Authentic and real they are to me, my heart, my spirit.  With all that said, in my defense to this story, to my journey is that all I can simply say is that I am trying and my only advice that I could give to one that encounters any sort of struggle in their life.  If it exists with another person, place or thing and you see the God authenticity of the essence of trying in that person, place or thing.  Give them that forgiveness.  That God love and grace given to us.  Only then we can experience his peace and through that we experience a freedom that leaves us joyous and loving like we have never loved before.  

I am in no way, no shape or form seeing myself as perfect.  I am only trying, hence the earlier title of intention being, "The Grind".

I have continued to crew haul through the seasons simply because of its convenience.  It is such a difficult job market these days.  I literally must have put close to a 1000 or more applications out there over the past year.  No joke, I've saved emails and know that I've applied at hundreds of them within the railroad industry alone.  I couldn't find a job that would offset the cost of child care through the day so I settled in with the financial struggle of the joke of a salary that my job provided so I could work nights and still be home for the kids throughout the day so Peggy could go to work when she needed to.  I always wasn't present and the physical pain endured through sleep deprivation is something else.  To go so long without sleep or only encounter moments of sleep that counted from 1 to 3 hours at a time simply didn't suffice.  I'd ultimately pass out dead on the couch at moments or when a window of sleep took place I was essentially unavailable for a day because I was literally in a coma like state where disorientations took place because I was so tired.  It was rough trying to do so I ultimately had to cut back my hours so I could get some real sleep and feel like I was a functioning part of my home again.  I took some additional hours during the day helping my parents out with their business which was convenient because I could bring my little one with me as well.    Peggy is massaging but I know she isn't happy with her current role in her work and I know it is physically more taxing to be massaging her clients in a mobile setting instead of having them travel to an office.  It certainly saves from all the overhead that takes place with having a storefront with employees and l know the profit margins greatly increase because of its absence but I also know that she isn't happy and if she isn't happy that doesn't have me happy as well.  I want her to be happy yet I also want to do what makes sense.  What is to come in the near future with that chapter, I do not know but I do know that I don't want her to struggle any longer and have always wanted to be the bread winner.  To walk in the doors knowing that feeling of being a champion to them in their hearts.  I so long for that and hated to have to come home from Montana with my tail between my legs with the furlough status from BNSF.  

Now onto the next chapter.  All aboard!  I have been hired from Amtrak and day 276 is the final day that I will be furloughed from the railroad.  I will spend the next 10 weeks in Delaware training to be a conductor for Amtrak and once I'm done with training on the east coast, I come back to Seattle where I will continue on the job training.  My trips will either take me to Spokane, Portland or Vancouver BC.  I had several other testing opportunities come up in other cities but luckily was offered a position at home. In Seattle, working out of the King St. station.  I actually had a testing opportunity at the same time in DC as I was going through the process in Seattle.  I had a couple shots in Michigan and once in Denver.  I guess everything just works out for a reason because I was pretty close to going out to Detroit for that opportunity but the timing just didn't work out to get there when I need to be there.  It worked out and I passed the tests and interviewed with four employees and a week or so later, I got the offer!  It was actually offered prematurely and a day later Amtrak put out an official notice to freeze all positions hiring for train crew due to lower fuel costs and a forecasted decrease in their ridership, thinking that Americans will opt to drive instead of taking the train because gas has gone down so much because crude prices took a nose dive while I was out in Montana.  I was pretty nervous there for the next week waiting for the additional approval needed for the official offer could be put out there to me.  I thought to myself, what would be the odds of getting another train position taken from me due to the fuel costs in America.  After another nail biting week, I got the offer and was officially an Amtrak employee pending background and medical.  Passed and passed I am Delaware bound for a career with Amtrak.  I'm officially still furloughed from the BNSF in Montana, but not from the railroad.  I'll again be able to provide for my family.  Medical will be reinstated and no longer will I need to be on obamacare which wasn't all that bad from what people's impression were of it, though it is counting against us as we file our taxes for this year.  

Class starts on Monday the 21st and look forward to all the exciting experience to be had when I travel east and look forward to meeting new people as well.  I will try to blog and document the process as I walk it.  Here are some pictures of some of the moments in my life as of late.  Here are also a couple pictures of Amtrak trains as well.  None of the train pictures are mine, but I googled a few so I could update my profile on Facebook.  

In conclusion, a huge thank you!!!  To those out there that follow and support this journey.  Thank you.  You know who you are as I've thanked you personally through this journey.  You are all so important to me that I feel a duty to continue this blog and share with you the successes and blessings that come theoughout this remarkable walk.  Never in a million years did I ever think as a trainer with the Y a decade ago, I'd see myself going through a firefighting academy or even see myself on the head end of a 31 million pound train loaded with oil or grain.  It's been a crazy ride and I appreciate all the love.  All the likes and comments have helped.  All the support has been great and inspires me to continue the sharing.  So thank you, each and every one of you.  My friends, family, my beautiful kids and most importantly my  wonderful wife. None of this journey would even be possible without her, supporting and sacrificing on her end as I'm out here doing my thing.  It's a ride and I love her more than the world, to the moon and back.  Thank you Peggy Sue, I love you!!!