Thursday, August 26, 2004
My life is complicated and crazy. Right now my two jobs are having a war with each other. I'm pretty sure that First Student, my school bus gig, has lost this battle. The situation is this: this summer they began working with new routing software to update and change all of the bus routes. "Streamlining the process" as they call it. The problem is, they pretty much waited until the last minute to do this, so it was very shoddily done. Somehow I managed to draw the short stick (as it were) and was never assigned a route. So I've been going to work and not really having anything to do. This really infuriated me, mostly because they've all been so dodgy about telling me they really don't need me -- on Sunday I kept calling them to see what my route would be, and they kept putting me on hold and eventually just hung up on me -- especially since I've got seniority over about a dozen people who are happily working assigned routes.
So there's really nothing anybody can do. They can't promote me to a sub driver position, because I think you have to work mornings to do that; they can't fire me because I haven't done anything wrong. All they can do is casually hint that maybe I should, if it's not too much trouble, not work there anymore.
But you know what? That's great. I don't really want to work there, really. Last year it was great because I had an awesome route and I liked my kids. But now things are way different, and I hate it. I hate the commute, I hate the ways the management element has been fucking me over, I hate the responsibility... in fact, come January, when my non-student contract expires at Cambus and I can't work there anymore, I just want to be completely out of the bus driving business entirely. Too much damn responsibility! Sometimes I just want to get a job making pizza for college students or something that isn't so integral to the progress of humanity. Plus, it's not like I really need the extra money. I mean, what would I spend it on? Expanding my DVD collection and little else.
Ughh, the days are long. Classes are great so far! Kirkwood is so awesome! Seriously, of the three colleges I've been to so far, this community college has in some ways been the most positive experience. More about that stuff later.
Today Christer turned 21, so we had a few beers at Vito's. By the time I hiccupped my way back to my bike at 1:30, it was literally covered in cobwebs.
I'd write more, but I'm getting very tired.
So there's really nothing anybody can do. They can't promote me to a sub driver position, because I think you have to work mornings to do that; they can't fire me because I haven't done anything wrong. All they can do is casually hint that maybe I should, if it's not too much trouble, not work there anymore.
But you know what? That's great. I don't really want to work there, really. Last year it was great because I had an awesome route and I liked my kids. But now things are way different, and I hate it. I hate the commute, I hate the ways the management element has been fucking me over, I hate the responsibility... in fact, come January, when my non-student contract expires at Cambus and I can't work there anymore, I just want to be completely out of the bus driving business entirely. Too much damn responsibility! Sometimes I just want to get a job making pizza for college students or something that isn't so integral to the progress of humanity. Plus, it's not like I really need the extra money. I mean, what would I spend it on? Expanding my DVD collection and little else.
Ughh, the days are long. Classes are great so far! Kirkwood is so awesome! Seriously, of the three colleges I've been to so far, this community college has in some ways been the most positive experience. More about that stuff later.
Today Christer turned 21, so we had a few beers at Vito's. By the time I hiccupped my way back to my bike at 1:30, it was literally covered in cobwebs.
I'd write more, but I'm getting very tired.
