On Southern, they'd let us use a recorder. It saved a lot of time, cutting hours of tedious copying lists (w/a #2 pencil) and putting them into the computer. Once you "built" your train and "flipped" it in the computer (depending on direction) then copies of the bills were "pigeon-holed" for the oncoming conductor to pick up OR given to the operator who then put them with their Clearance Card (for moves originating in that yard). He would then give them to the Porter, if needed, to take them to the head end and the cab with the crew truck. Ditto on the pencil. You learned very quick not to use a pen--especially in the rain!
No fun having to trudge Waaaaaay back down to the back of the yard to re-copy that one car whose number got smudged. The Trainmasters were always in a hurry in Charlotte, and they'd really fuss and threaten you when the next train was due and you weren't ready with the bills. I even got fussed at on the Operator's job--the Yard Clerk hadn't even got the bills TO me yet!
But *I* got fussed out anyway.
I did ALL those jobs at one time or another: Yard, outlying agency, demurrage, cashier, desk clerk (yard), inspections, operator, ticket agent, baggage handler/porter. You name it!
I "got into it" with a Chief Dispatcher one afternoon. 2nd trick was the worst Operator's billet. It was where all the "Hot shot" and pig trains came in as we were on the Main line between New York and New Orleans. Many of these hot shots were destined for Birmingham, Al. I had 3 Divisions that came into Charlotte Terminal at the time. The Main Line, Columbia (SC) Division, and the old Carolina Division (Asheville, NC). I was busy OS-ing and copying orders for the piggybacks, but the Asheville side was buzzing furiously. I could only talk to one Dispatcher's line at a time: "Red" (the Chief on that Division) should have known that. I finshed up on the Southern Main line and flipped over to Asheville. This cat had ONE local train that originated in Charlotte. This fellow jumped up and down on me & and just fairly ate me OUT! "WHEN I BUZZ YOU MR OPERATOR, I EXPECT YOU TO ANSWER ME, BUB!!!!!!!!" And I flew hot! "IF YOU KNEW WHAT YOU ARE DOING, YOU'D KNOW THAT I'VE GOT
3 DIVISIONS COMING IN HERE AND I CAN'T TALK TO BUT ONE AT A TIME! I'VE GOT HOT SHOT TRAINS IN HERE, AND YOU'VE GOT
ONE LOUSY LOCAL TRAIN--AND HE DON'T EVEN GO TO WORK FOR ANOTHER 2 HOURS YET!!!!!!"
And it was ON!
My Terminal agent heard me yelling at Red, and he took the headset away. Next thing you know, HE'S yelling TOO!!! And I could hear Red screaming over the line! I sat back and listened. Took 'em a little to settle down.
What a life!