This post is basically just whinging
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soc_puppetAaaaarrrrrgh, argh argh argh arrrrrgh T-T Not fa-a-aiiiirrr!
1) I got a new student assigned to my route. He was supposed to start a week ago today. You know, that really, really long weekend that we had due to bad weather cancellations and MLK Day? Well, what with one thing and another, I didn't find out about it until Tuesday morning. When I was supposed to go pick him up for the first time. And was supposed to have informed parents of adjusted pick-up times the previous day.
ALdkfjsdlkjfds what previous day?
Needless to say, I ended up late to school.
2) On Wednesday, there was a sheet of paper on my clipboard, informing me that part of a certain street would be closed for construction that would take "eight hours", starting that day, and we were to route around it if we had to drive through it.
The stretch of road it covered was part of the new route I needed to go through to pick up the new kid.
Haaaaaaaate.
2a) Incidentally, the road's still closed today.
Moar haaaaaaate.
3) Wednesday morning, as I was headed back to base, a call went out on the radio, announcing that fueling was taking a horrific amount of time, and if we thought we were fine or were pressed for time, we should just return to base.
I had pretty much exactly half a tank left, which is where they want us to fill up in the winter so it doesn't freeze overnight, and my associate has another job to get to between routes, so I returned to base and dropped my keys in the "Plz to fule" bin. (Note: It does not actually say "Plz to fule". It's more like "Busses that need fueling".)
When I got back to base that afternoon, I learned that the city gas pump had given up the ghost, at least temporarily. And when I got to my bus, I learned that I had not been so lucky as for it to have been fueled in my absence (of course).
I left for home that afternoon with just more than a quarter tank of gas left, and finished route this morning with an eighth of a tank of gas (more on that next).
At least having less than half a tank of gas can't be a fire-able offense in this case -_-#
4) You know that new kid I got on my route? Well, what with one thing and another, on Tuesday, I ended up getting to his house too late to actually pick him up. On Wednesday, I was informed over the radio that he wouldn't be riding that morning. So when I got a note on my clipboard this morning that had not been there yesterday announcing that New Kid would not be riding today? I assumed it was true.
Eight minutes after his assigned pick-up time, I got a radio call from base, requesting that I turn around and pick him up. Which I managed, somehow. I got to school with all the kids at 8:50.
GRAH.
5) They're supposed to be fixing the fueling station today. I'm praying they manage, because otherwise the little gas that remains at the end of afternoon route today (if there is any left, that is) will doubtless freeze to the sides of the tank. I don't really think my bus will start tomorrow, if that's what happens.
6) In case you missed it, the Mythbusters tested the myth that gas consumption goes up if you drive when stressed.
GUYS. I ASSUME YOU DO NOT WANT ME TO WASTE GAS, ESPECIALLY NOW. SO PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE STOP DUMPING ALL THIS CRAP ON ME.*
Okay? Okay, good.
* On a related, possibly TMI note, stress also has a negative effect on the digestive system. Bad things happening in the digestive system has a tendency to make stress worse, not better. Yay, vicious cycle!
Also, I have cramps.
Incidentally, did you know that whinging means "to complain in a fretful manner"? Because, up until looking it up for this post, I'd just assumed it was an alternate spelling (or something) of "whining". ...Which apparently just means a whining sound or tone, when I have been using it my whole life as the complaining thing. Go figure. (For more frustration as to intended meaning and literal meaning, see also: Kink vs Fetish, etc.)
Someday, I will post happy-time-stuff again, I promise.
Edit: You don't want to know this, but just now, I had what was definitely one of my worse toilet-related experiences that did not involve vomit. Waaaaah, my bodyyyy T-T
TO DISTRACT YOU FROM THE HORRIBLE: Planet Unicorn Heyyy
1) I got a new student assigned to my route. He was supposed to start a week ago today. You know, that really, really long weekend that we had due to bad weather cancellations and MLK Day? Well, what with one thing and another, I didn't find out about it until Tuesday morning. When I was supposed to go pick him up for the first time. And was supposed to have informed parents of adjusted pick-up times the previous day.
ALdkfjsdlkjfds what previous day?
Needless to say, I ended up late to school.
2) On Wednesday, there was a sheet of paper on my clipboard, informing me that part of a certain street would be closed for construction that would take "eight hours", starting that day, and we were to route around it if we had to drive through it.
The stretch of road it covered was part of the new route I needed to go through to pick up the new kid.
Haaaaaaaate.
2a) Incidentally, the road's still closed today.
Moar haaaaaaate.
3) Wednesday morning, as I was headed back to base, a call went out on the radio, announcing that fueling was taking a horrific amount of time, and if we thought we were fine or were pressed for time, we should just return to base.
I had pretty much exactly half a tank left, which is where they want us to fill up in the winter so it doesn't freeze overnight, and my associate has another job to get to between routes, so I returned to base and dropped my keys in the "Plz to fule" bin. (Note: It does not actually say "Plz to fule". It's more like "Busses that need fueling".)
When I got back to base that afternoon, I learned that the city gas pump had given up the ghost, at least temporarily. And when I got to my bus, I learned that I had not been so lucky as for it to have been fueled in my absence (of course).
I left for home that afternoon with just more than a quarter tank of gas left, and finished route this morning with an eighth of a tank of gas (more on that next).
At least having less than half a tank of gas can't be a fire-able offense in this case -_-#
4) You know that new kid I got on my route? Well, what with one thing and another, on Tuesday, I ended up getting to his house too late to actually pick him up. On Wednesday, I was informed over the radio that he wouldn't be riding that morning. So when I got a note on my clipboard this morning that had not been there yesterday announcing that New Kid would not be riding today? I assumed it was true.
Eight minutes after his assigned pick-up time, I got a radio call from base, requesting that I turn around and pick him up. Which I managed, somehow. I got to school with all the kids at 8:50.
GRAH.
5) They're supposed to be fixing the fueling station today. I'm praying they manage, because otherwise the little gas that remains at the end of afternoon route today (if there is any left, that is) will doubtless freeze to the sides of the tank. I don't really think my bus will start tomorrow, if that's what happens.
6) In case you missed it, the Mythbusters tested the myth that gas consumption goes up if you drive when stressed.
GUYS. I ASSUME YOU DO NOT WANT ME TO WASTE GAS, ESPECIALLY NOW. SO PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE STOP DUMPING ALL THIS CRAP ON ME.*
Okay? Okay, good.
* On a related, possibly TMI note, stress also has a negative effect on the digestive system. Bad things happening in the digestive system has a tendency to make stress worse, not better. Yay, vicious cycle!
Also, I have cramps.
Incidentally, did you know that whinging means "to complain in a fretful manner"? Because, up until looking it up for this post, I'd just assumed it was an alternate spelling (or something) of "whining". ...Which apparently just means a whining sound or tone, when I have been using it my whole life as the complaining thing. Go figure. (For more frustration as to intended meaning and literal meaning, see also: Kink vs Fetish, etc.)
Someday, I will post happy-time-stuff again, I promise.
Edit: You don't want to know this, but just now, I had what was definitely one of my worse toilet-related experiences that did not involve vomit. Waaaaah, my bodyyyy T-T
TO DISTRACT YOU FROM THE HORRIBLE: Planet Unicorn Heyyy
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Date: 2009-01-23 03:50 am (UTC)when the kids aren't fighting.