As a young woman, I worked as a railway worker. A heavy job that really called for a strong man, or a woman.
Byt they had never seen a woman work there. Tools, were made for giants. Minimum working shoe I could find was size 40, two sizes numbers larger than I had.
Good thing they had braces, they hanged on to the body.
What I remember most was all FLOUNDER in the deep snow and constantly wet, cold trousers.
My work consisted in clearing the rails from the snow, changing splice iron's and cutting down trees. At the end of my work-period, I had an accident when a colleague dropped a sledgehammer in full speed hit my head.
I did not stand up after the blast, I went unconsius. Since I could not walk, my colleagues dragged me through the forest. It was a long way to the car.
We drove miles to the hospital where the head was sewn together.
What a disappointing end to an otherwise fun and exciting period of work.