I know it’s mundane, pointless and I’m sharing. But I’ve mentioned the events of this week as they drew near, so I wanted to share my pitiful tale of survival. Coming at the same time as Katrina, I don’t pretend I did any actual suffering, but it was my own personal time of stress, so share I do…
For those of you unfamiliar with the life of a bus guy, late summer before school starts is the time when work days are the longest and most stress filled. Preparing for “start-up”, and the first days of school are hellish during the best of times.
This year, the timing worked out with the construction of the new place that we were set to close on Tuesday, move on Wednesday and I started school here today. The past few weeks have been packing, tossing, dealing with the bank, movers, and the crush of getting ready to bus 9000 kiddies to school.
The close went flawlessly, the move so-so, and today was the first wake-up in the new place.
The fucking neighbor farmer has a rooster. A 4 am rooster. How do you cook one of those?
Anyhoo…today rocked. So good in fact that the superintendent, all the asst. superintendents, 5 principals and a board member all called or wrote JUST to say “hey mr bus guy, you rule”.
Or words to that effect.
I didn’t even mind coming home to a battered and bruised (from unpacking) bus wife, eating cold fried chicken (again) and dealing with the stubborn cable modem (which, obviously I have dealt with).
On a side note in 1993, I spent a week in Des Moines, obstensibly to help my grandmother dig out from a flood. I ended up filling sandbags, pulling wet furniture out of strangers basements and feeling like in the end I made no contribution at all. I can’t even fathom being in New Orleans today.
So yeah, this seems pretty pointless in perspective, doesn’t it?