Monday was just one of those days for me. How can any day that starts at 4:30 a.m., much less a Monday, be expected to be anything but stupid? I started the day off by being betrayed by my favorite shoes. They're purple, how could they possibly do this to me? So apparently, no matter what the color of your favorite shoes is, once they've been worn so long that they come apart at the seems, they're no longer snow-proof. An hour into my shift and my feet were wet.
It snowed here all weekend and the roads hadn't been cleared yet when I started driving. It was even snowing for the first hour or so I was driving. I slid all the way through an intersection (twice) and had to make a detour. Thankfully there was no accident. Sometimes I'm really convinced God cares about me and my safety and my job. About 5 minutes later, I was getting nudged off the road by a huge semi-truck and hit a block of ice. And sometimes I'm convinced that God thinks it's funny when I freak out. So I pulled over to check everything out and lo and behold, I couldn't open the front door. I didn't notice any other damage though, thankfully. My supervisor just said to take it to the lot and get another bus.
Yeah, so this bus didn't like me either. The lights wouldn't work. And it's illegal to drive a bus without the headlights or clearance lights on. So they had to get another bus.
Bus #3 isn't a bus they wanted used for the day, so then a supervisor came and switched it out of that one.
Bus #4 broke down while I was on my lunch break. Yeah, that's right, 4 buses before lunch. The turbo somethingorother broke off while my lunch relief was driving. He continued to drive and then hand the bus off to me all without telling me that #4 wouldn't go over 12 mph. Yeah... so I had to get out of the bus again and check out the engine and see what the *&$@^% the problem was this time. BTW, I changed my socks while on my lunch break. Now they're wet, again.
So bus #5 was brought out to me. My supervisor said I set a record for driving the most buses in one day. I asked if I would get an award or a raise. He said I get a pay decrease.
By bus #4 it was just a joke and I was laughing. But I'm not going to lie, it wasn't all roses. Words such as "I hate this bus" and "I hate my job" and "why's the snow so stupid!" and "Why does anyone choose to live in UTAH!" and "Why did my shoes betray me in my hour of need?" and of course "I just want to go home". I think it was at that point that I wanted to call my mom. Bad days and sopping wet feet are days for phone calls home. But she didn't answer. So I did the next best thing. I went shoe shopping.
But seriously, I think a pair of waterproof boots were totally in order.
These are the shoes.
They were the same color as this wall.
BTW: I didn't actually hit a block of ice. It was some stupid cement block completely covered in snow and ice. Either way, my front door wouldn't open.
