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An End-of-Year Follow-Up

Monday, June 7th, 2004

Bah. It's only been two weekdays with no work, and I'm already completely hating it. This summer will suck unless I find something else fun to occupy my time.

Anyway… I thought of a few more amusing things that happened to me that I'm not too sure I ever commented about on here.

  • A while back, I was driving my bus to my first stop in the morning (so it was still quite dark out) when I heard a loud whack as something hit the windshield. A few seconds later, I noticed something rolling around on the hood of the bus, towards the air vents. I looked at it a little closer… someone had apparently thrown a chocolate egg at the bus. And not just a plain chocolate egg, either… this one was wrapped up in some Santa Claus-themed foil. I would love to know what motivated someone to launch such a projectile at my bus, but alas… I will never know.
  • On the very last day of school, a very odd thing happened to me. I had already dropped off my last student, and was on my way back to the lot. I turned down a short street that I drive down at least twice a day to loop back around, since the entrance is on a one-way street. At least half of the buses at the lot go down this street every day. I got about 200 feet down, and felt my bus slow down slightly, heard a bit of a noise, then a loud SNAP as a utility line went flying across the street. Evidently, the cable company had run a new line, and didn't bother to check to see how low it was compared to the road. So as I drove under, my roof vent snagged on it and ripped it down. Oops.

School’s Out! (For summer)

Thursday, June 3rd, 2004

Yesterday was the last day of school for my kids, and the last day of work for me until August, and I am sad. I already miss work, and cannot wait to go back in the fall. The three kids that rode my bus home yesterday were asking me if I was going to be back in the fall, and my favorite kid even said “I'm gonna miss you guys” to me and my monitor when he got off. Hopefully, I'll be able to get the same route in the fall. I really like driving it, and I really like the kids. It is completely stress-free. And from what I understand, the principal at the school really liked that I had no problems on the bus, too. In the morning yesterday, only one kid got on my bus on the entire route. So when I dropped him off at the school, the principal got on my bus and patted me on the back saying, “Only one? Thank you so much!”

In the afternoon, I was looking for one of the other monitors that I usually drive out to the school, so I went into the office. Right as I walked in the door, the skipper who is also serving as dispatcher this week called me over. Since I was in such a good mood, and it was my last day and all, I skipped across the room to her. The safety supervisor, who was sitting nearby doing some paperwork, looked up at me and said, “What the hell was that?”

While I was standing there talking to the one skipper, one of the other skippers yells from across the room, “There's a cicada on your back!” I just glanced around and said, “Oh well.” since I don't really care, and they don't bother me. She then came across the room with her fly swatter and started attacking the cicada. The routing supervisor just looked at her and said, “Get the hell out of here.” I love how much people freak out over the things. They do nothing other than sit on you. They can't bite, sting, or otherwise hurt you. Silly people.

So I guess it will probably be a while before I post again, and it will certainly be a while before I go to the ice cream stand with a school bus. August cannot come soon enough!

Happy Birthday, Blue!

Friday, May 21st, 2004

This has been a very, very, very busy week for me. I've had to attend a very, very boring Pre-Service driver training class, which is kind of stupid since I'm already in service. The class was basically some guy from the state bitching at us about how we need to document things so that we as the driver can't get sued, and also how the laws are written in a way that basically ensures we get sued no matter how much we document. He also liked to illustrate how racist and misogynistic he was, which I thought was just great. And he had some very apocryphal stories, too, but that wasn't the important part. What was important was his hair… rather, his hairpiece. I actually got permission from one of my supervisors to make fun of it to his face, but I never did get around to it.

Excuse me, does your hair talk?

Nothing to see here

Friday, May 14th, 2004

The allegedly bad kid that was added to my route is not riding for the time being. He rode for a day and a half. Evidently, while he was at school that second day, his meds wore off or something, and he got into a huge fight, and now has three felony assault charges against him. Glad that one didn’t happen on the bus. So he’s off the bus until they tell me otherwise.

The principal at the school came over and was talking to me briefly today. He was carrying a bunch of items that belonged to the students, several of which were women’s handbags. I gave him some compliment on the handbags, and he came back with, “Yeah. I think I’d only really wear the pink one, though. And it doesn’t go with my current ensemble, either, so I guess I’m out of luck.” Good to know he has a sense of humor.

The captain at my school asked me this morning if I was going to be on time. I told her that just for asking, I was going to drive the whole route in first gear, including the highway segments. She wasn’t too pleased. But I didn’t have to… the kids were in slow mode this morning, and I was 10 minutes late without any extra effort on my part.

Almost time for bed!

Thursday, May 6th, 2004

Today was such a long and tiring day, but it was oh so very fun. Just how fun?

Some people really annoy me

Thursday, April 29th, 2004

There is a kid on my route who has an amazing habit of almost never riding the bus, and when he does, he takes several minutes to leave his house and get on. If I drove a normal route, I could just drive off and leave him, but since my route is technically “special ed,” I have to honk my horn and wait two minutes, no matter how late I already am. Tuesday was his third day in a row of no call/no show, and on the special ed routes, that means your stop gets removed. So I went in that afternoon and talked to the routing guy, and he said I didn't have to stop there anymore, and he was going to take care of removing the stop from my route. Yay.

Wednesday morning, I bypassed his stop and went straight to the next one. About 10 or 15 minutes later, I get a call on the radio: “Did you stop for XX?” Ugh. Evidently, the routing guy didn't get the paperwork turned in, and the parents called in to complain before the stop had been officially removed, so now it's back on my route. Evidently, the child had been “sick” for several days, which was their excuse for him not riding. I pull up this morning, no kid. I honk the horn and wait two minutes. No kid. I grabbed the radio mic and waited for the radio traffic to clear. Still no kid. So I called it in as another no show. I got maybe 5 minutes away, and lo and behold, the parents called in AGAIN to complain. I spent about three minutes on the radio with one of the skippers going through every detail of the stop this morning… I showed up, sounded my horn, waited three minutes, left. Why can the parents only manage to muster up the energy to call in when they want their kid to go to school? How is it that for the three days he was supposedly sick, they didn't bother to make one single call. But as soon as he gets better, they're on the phone with us every chance they get?

At least I got some good news today. There is a charter next week that I had wanted to do, but my drug test was scheduled for the same day and time, so I had taken my name off the list. They asked me today why, and when I told them, the dispatcher (who was sitting nearby) got a look of “Oh, crap” on her face and said, “Physicals are the same day as that charter?” Such brilliance. The charter requires 59 drivers and buses, and some brilliant person also scheduled a round of physicals for that day. So evidently, they will either try to get my drug screen moved to a different day (I don't need the full physical, since I just had one), or they are going to move the entire day of physicals to a different day. Yay!

Wheeeeeeeeee

Monday, April 26th, 2004

This past weekend was the annual Roadeo at work, but unfortunately I didn't get to go, since I was busy getting some much needed rest instead. I'm kind of annoyed that I didn't go, though. I had volunteered to help move the buses back to our lot after the event, mainly to be sure that mine got parked somewhere decent. Read lots more

Oh no! A bomb!

Wednesday, April 21st, 2004

I was sitting at the school this afternoon, loading kids onto the bus (all six of them), and the principal walked over and started chatting with me a bit. He asked me how I liked the job and the kids so far, and I told him that I was really enjoying it and the kids had been good so far. He then commented on how calm and mellow I was. “A bomb could go off on the back of the bus, and you wouldn't care, would you?” And in all honesty, I wouldn't. I told him that as long as my part of the bus is unharmed and still works fine, I don't care what happens back there.

Meow!

Monday, April 19th, 2004

I saw a very pretty little black kitten crossing the road this morning right after I turned down a fairly main road on my route. I actually had to fully stop the bus to let him cross. Very pretty and svelte, couldn't have been more than 8 or 10 months old and looked very boyish. After he got across the road, he just stopped in some bushes maybe 2 feet from the bus. I wanted to get out and take him, but I'm fairly sure he was feral, so probably not too nice or easy to catch.

Simply amazing!

Monday, April 19th, 2004

I don't know how or why, but all of my kids but one rode the bus this morning. And the one who didn't ride is one of the kids who normally rides. Very odd indeed. It was nice not to have to wait for most of them, but it also sucks because it means that I will have to take all of them home this afternoon. Looks like I won't be getting home early today.

One the way back to the lot after my second route, I evidently cut a little too close in front of the semi, because it seems I managed to piss off the driver. I was in the right lane on the highway, merging over to pass a very slow-moving dumptruck with a giant roll of carpet sticking out the back. After I merged back, the semi that had been behind me in the center lane came up alongside me and honked his horn. I glanced over for a second, and the driver was looking directly at me shaking two fingers at me. Now this might have had some impact, were it not for how completely stupid the guy was being. (a) He was looking directly to his right at me, instead of at the road in front of him. (b) There was a cigarette held in between the two fingers he was shaking at me. (c) I was driving right at the speed limit, so I know he had to have been speeding to have caught up with me. Now, given how stupid and careless he was being to chastise me for that, am I really supposed to think he is a better driver than me or something? Cuz those are some pretty stupid things to be doing all at once.

I felt slightly vindicated a few miles further on, too. I heard a call from one of the other drivers come over the radio letting us know that the right lane on the highway was at a standstill ahead, so I moved over into the center lane about half a mile early so I didn't have to merge too quickly. When I got up to the stopped traffic, guess who was sitting there, at a total standstill? Yep! My trucker “friend.” Muahahaha. I sailed right past the little bugger at 45 and then merged back into the right lane.

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