I design railway signalling. I've been in the rail industry since 1983, originally with British Rail in Reading where I started off in the S&T design office and then spent four wonderful years as a mechanical design draughtsman (engineering drawing was my first love), back in pre-CAD days when it was still all 0.5mm click-pencils and Rotring pens. Absolutely and utterly loved it. Unfortunately, BR decided to listen to some management consultants who told them that they could lose a load of staff, and I was one of them... I spent a year out of the industry as a draughtsman with a quarry equipment design company, and then moved to Swindon. Re-joined the rail industry by starting work with the Westinghouse Brake & Signal Co. in Chippenham, this time as a signalling designer. Mainly writing data for the newer computerised systems, but also involved with older relay-driven stuff and even some mechanical. I spent 14 years with them, working on a wide variety of projects for the UK and overseas, and was lucky enough to see some of the world... Portugal, Hong Kong, Slovenia, Japan, and quite a few months in Indonesia. Had some great times on those overseas trips... we worked bloody hard (my longest ever working week was 109 hours) and we played hard too. What happened in Jakarta stayed in Jakarta
Left Wes in 2003 rather than be permanently transferred to an LUL contract (metro signalling does not appeal to me at all, in the slightest) and joined Mott MacDonald in Bristol for 4 years. Enjoyed the work, but unfortunately MM were a very small fish compared to Wes and the work dried up. Luckily I was headhunted by Wes (or Invensys as they had become by this time) and rejoined in 2007, and have been there ever since. Invensys were bought by Siemens a few years back, so now I work for Ze Chermans. They are good people to work for, I have to say, good Ts & Cs and as much training as I could wish for.
But I have grown to dislike the UK rail industry -- years ago I was proud to be a railwayman and would defend it to the death in an argument, but not these days. More often than not, it embarrasses and angers me. Far too much political bullpoo.