I used to work with a guy that had worked the railroad for years. He had this poem that I have never forgot. While I never worked the railroad I have felt this a few times.
I'm not allowed to run the train
The whistle I can't blow
I'm not he one the designates
How far the train will go
I'm not allowed to blow the steam
Or even ring the bell
But let the d@mn thing jump the track
And see who catches hell