When I was 33 years old and exhausted from working two jobs, my husband told me that the local electric company was accepting applicants into its lineman apprenticeship program. As a strictly non-cubicle girl who grew up working on the family farm, I was jazzed by the idea of working outdoors and scaling tall power poles. But the road to join the ranks of the few, the mighty, the female lineworker would challenge me to my core.