Life on the rails
Well, it's been about a month since I've started working in Alaska. It's been an interesting experience so far. The work can be hard sometimes but not horribly so. I like my co workers and even consider a couple of them friends.
Working on a train is an experience in and of itself. Getting used to the movement of the train took some time. Now it's no big deal. Although, it is kind of fun when the train tilts you from side to side and throws you into the arms of one of your co workers. (This generally results in a stammered apology from me and a laugh from said co worker.)
I work as a dishwasher and also help the cooks out from time to time. I enjoy working back of the house especially since I don't have to be quite as sociable.
I'm finding, too, that I am slowly coming out of my shell with this job. Not really enough that I'd want to cross train as a server, but the shyness hasn't seemed as bad.
I can't really complain about the hours. Then again, they always need someone to do the dishes. The last two weeks, I put in about 63 hours one week and 85 hours the next. And I wonder why I'm so tired today. I should get around 75 hours this week. So glad I'm not salaried.
I have seen some beautiful sights. The mountains along the coast on the way to Whittier are spectacular. Hurricane Gulch is really neat too. Of course, Mt. Denali aka Mt. McKinley is also something to behold.
All in all, I'm really glad I made the choice to come up here. The experience is something I wouldn't trade for the world.
God grant me the senility to forget the people I never liked,the good fortune to run into the ones I do, and the eyesight to tell the difference.