The day held such promise when I woke up this morning. I had an important meeting to attend in the afternoon which pertained to my job as a school bus driver. At the end of the school year, last June, I discussed with one of the people in the office about the possibility of switching routes. The one that I'd been driving since getting this job was nice, but my bus is parked all the way across town and I've accumulated more mileage on my vehicle than I have on the bus I'd been driving. Not to mention the damage I've incurred from passerbys. My truck wasn't in pristine condition, but it never had all the key scratches, either. Some brave motherf**ker is doing it. The street where we're made to park our vehicles for the duration of our routes, is not in the nicest of neighbourhoods.
In addition, the unbearable amount of time that it takes to make the trek home, is almost an hour in some instances. Ten or fifteen minutes to drive to the bus lot, an hour or more to come home.
So when the mention of different routes being available, with buses already situated at the lot near my house, I was told that it was quite likely I could get one of those, a trade-up in my books, that would ease a shit ton of stress that my feeble mind has endured for the last six months. So when I woke up this morning, everything seemed brighter. Full of promise and wonder, however that plane took a serious nose dive when I was handed the route information for the same route as I had in the spring.
"What's this?" I asked, "I was told I'd be getting a new route. One situated closer to my home." The woman behind the desk shrugged her shoulders and instructed me to call the boss lady, whom I did manage to approach after the meeting. She shrugged her shoulders and told me, "We don't have any room for you to park your bus at the north lot." Without further discussion, she turned and proceeded to ignore me. That's poor management, in my opinion.
I think she misunderstood me, believing that I was requesting to park my bus at the north end, rather than giving me the new route that was promised me in June. So one of two things needs to happen and happen very soon. One: I need to meet with her again and explain more clearly what my request is and was; Or two: I need to hurry, get my Class 2 license and get a better job. Clearly, my needs are not being met and therefore, I need to go somewhere where my needs will be met. I just need to get this reading thing down, otherwise I'm totally f*cked!!
**Throwing more stress onto my already strained mind, during our safety meeting today, it was announced that there has been three instances of school buses being shot at, this year alone, in our fair City of Saskatoon. I didn't think violence like that existed here, but now I got that bullshit weighing on my mind. What the f*ck?!?**
In addition, the unbearable amount of time that it takes to make the trek home, is almost an hour in some instances. Ten or fifteen minutes to drive to the bus lot, an hour or more to come home.
So when the mention of different routes being available, with buses already situated at the lot near my house, I was told that it was quite likely I could get one of those, a trade-up in my books, that would ease a shit ton of stress that my feeble mind has endured for the last six months. So when I woke up this morning, everything seemed brighter. Full of promise and wonder, however that plane took a serious nose dive when I was handed the route information for the same route as I had in the spring.
"What's this?" I asked, "I was told I'd be getting a new route. One situated closer to my home." The woman behind the desk shrugged her shoulders and instructed me to call the boss lady, whom I did manage to approach after the meeting. She shrugged her shoulders and told me, "We don't have any room for you to park your bus at the north lot." Without further discussion, she turned and proceeded to ignore me. That's poor management, in my opinion.
I think she misunderstood me, believing that I was requesting to park my bus at the north end, rather than giving me the new route that was promised me in June. So one of two things needs to happen and happen very soon. One: I need to meet with her again and explain more clearly what my request is and was; Or two: I need to hurry, get my Class 2 license and get a better job. Clearly, my needs are not being met and therefore, I need to go somewhere where my needs will be met. I just need to get this reading thing down, otherwise I'm totally f*cked!!
**Throwing more stress onto my already strained mind, during our safety meeting today, it was announced that there has been three instances of school buses being shot at, this year alone, in our fair City of Saskatoon. I didn't think violence like that existed here, but now I got that bullshit weighing on my mind. What the f*ck?!?**
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