Saturday, October 28, 2023
Why Not Drive A Bus?
Friday, May 19, 2023
End of Job Limerick
Next week I will finish my 7th and final year of driving a school bus for our local school district. I might go and keep driving for another district in the area, as I really do like the kids, I like the hours, I like the driving, and I like that for a part-time job it actually pays pretty well, especially in this time in which CDL drivers are finally getting paid what they are worth. But I just can't keep driving where I'm at now.
Several people who know that I'm quitting have asked me why, and at times I tell them at least part of the story, and other times I fall back on the old excuse, "I just need a change." A part of me wants to write a 30-page screed listing each of the reasons why I want to leave (30 pages may not be long enough as these final few days wind down). Another part of me thinks about expressing myself through a screenplay about the brave and honorable bus driver saving the children from the bogeymen of school administrators and road graders.
But honestly I just don't think I want to spend my time doing something that nobody really cares about. So today I came up on my 5th-to-last route a little limerick that I should pull out if I get asked again.
There once was a driver from Mulvane.
The incompetent admins were driving him insane.
He thought about raising a mad mob,
But wisdom told him to quit the job,
Because it's just not worth the mental pain.
Tuesday, May 21, 2019
The Grossest With The Mostest
This is the third year in which I have done this job, and so my first job each year is to clean the space between the seat and the wall. This doesn't sound so bad until you realize that many of these children are used to stuffing their trash down into the cracks of their couches, and this is little different. So for almost an hour, you scrub out the candy, the wrappers, the pens, the occasional coins (18c today!), and almost anything else. And your hands are just covered with a black goop by the time you are done, it's so nasty.
After taking a well-deserved hygiene break, you then get down on your hands and knees and with a small broom sweep out the cracks and nooks of the floor to get all the dust off; eventually, you sweep everyhing towards the front of the bus, pick up the large pieces of debris, and then eventually sweet the dust and hair and other unknown into the wind. This ought to be an EPA violation, but somehow it's fallen through the cracks.
Then there's the wiping down every interior surface for germs...ceiling, seats, ledges, wheel wells, etc. There's cleaning each window. There's the fun exercise of hanging on for dear life while trying to get all the bug goop off the front of the bus. There's taking the shop vac to the area around the drivers' seat. There's getting wet wipes out to clean the various cables, knobs, dashboards, and anything else up front. There's opening up all the undercarriages and spraying 9 months worth of south-central Kansas county road dust. And then, after yet another sweeping, there's a mopping of the floor.
It's all really kinda sickening, but bus driving has never been the most glamorous of jobs. I don't know that I've ever heard of any prestige bus drivers, who have a whole cleaning crew up to take care of any spills and messes. If there were, maybe I'd be a bit more proud, though, and so my God givesi me the job of cleaning up the stink of our town's best and brightest.
Sunday, February 3, 2019
Driving Mister Daddy
I mentioned yesterday that my 13-year daughter likes it when we go driving. Even when she was 11 or 12 I would take her over to the empty school parking lot on weekends and let her get behind the wheel and go around in circles. She's tall and has no problem seeing over the wheel and has a sense that this is something important and even dangerous, and that she should be safe.
A few months ago we started to venture out from the parking lot; I'd let her drive on the back streets of our town, always keeping her away from other traffic or places where she would get in trouble. As time went on, though, she kept getting better as a driver, and so we started driving out into the country or on the road to the next town. She is wanting to learn how to do well in parking, how to drive at night, how to drive in bad weather. Today she started to look online at the drivers' permit tests she will take in another year or so, but all the while she's very cautious, never going over the speed limit, and very courteous towards other drivers.
I have no fears when she is driving. She is still almost a year away from being able to get her driving permit, but I'd trust her more than many of the other people I see driving. It used to be that parents would have their kids do a lot of the farm or house chores before we rediscovered childhood. Had my daughter been alive in those days, I'm sure she would have been the one driving the farm tractor to town in order to pick up parts. I'm wondering whether or not I can start letting her be my regular driver, whether I can just sit in the back seat and read my book and enjoy the passing scenery. She'd love this.
For years I have been awaiting the days in which it would be a regular thing for cars to be self-driving. Maybe I was waiting for the wrong thing...my daughter has been ready to drive me all along.
