:mad: :mad: :mad:
I get a call this morning from my Crossing Guard dispatcher telling me I need to go to a different corner this morning. The cross streets are familiar to me, so I figure no problem. I give myself 20 minutes to get there.
Turns out I went to the wrong Cunningham street :mad:
Turns out the Cunningham street I need to be at is across town :mad:
Turns out I get there 5 minutes before my shift is up and no witnesses to prove I was actually there :mad:
So what this morning amounted to was about 1 hour of frantically tearassing through San Jose looking for the damn street I have to be at so I can cross the kids. Fortunately there is a traffic light there (they have guards cross kids as an extra precaution). I went home afterward rather than going straight to school (don’t have class for a few hours) because I need to sit down, take a whole lot of deep breaths, and imagine Im in my happy place…