I remember when I transitioned to the railroad. I wasn't very far out of college and I had a lot of family history in banking. So, I gave it a shot. I was a teller for a little over a year. And I absolutely hated it. The standing still, the monotonous repetition, the lame greetings and goodbyes. The cold call sales. Just the bullshit of doing nothing. I got online and found an ad for a large railroad hiring trackmen. I applied and got hired. And got my ass kicked. For several years. It felt pure though. I felt like at the end of those long days that I'd really achieved something. And my body told me I had. I still feel that way. I don't have to work like that anymore, but that feeling is still there. Best job I ever had.