Reign True

I was working on my friend’s photo, and I turned them into a can. 

I’m fucking dead. 

Dearest Diary,

Today was so great. The children all behaved and life was perfect with rainbows and shit.

Not. Ha.

Let’s cover the events of what occurred today:

1. Upon afternoon departure from the bus lot, a tropical-level storm decided to blow throw the city like a fucking death fart. We parked under an over pass before attempting the highway. Five minutes later, the storm passed. 

2. At the school entrance, two police cars were parked with their lights flashing. We wait until our kiddos board to find out (and witness) one of our students being taken out in handcuffs for assaulting a security officer (police) on school grounds.

3. Two of our kids had a “Yo mama” fight which ended in an actual fist fight. One student sprung forwards like a spider monkey, catapulted using the top of the bus seats and attacked the other student including drawing blood with her nails. They were separated. She launched herself again. My monitor caught and took the brunt of the force. The police and principal boarded the bus and dragged her off. Principal promised she would not ride for the rest of the semester (2 weeks.)

4. Another driver and monitor had an issue with my parking and made a big deal of nothing due to the fact they like the illusion of control (seniority). Later on, the monitor went to my monitor and claimed I shouldn’t be “a fucking bus driver” due to deciding not to pull up the end of the corner which would of resulted in A) a possible police ticket and/or B) not being able to complete a right turn safely with my kiddos on board.

Overall, today was fun.

P.S. A fellow driver came over the radio and reported a kid’s family attempting to jump another kid on her bus and it included a weapon. Yay!

Decided to start playing Bendy and the Ink Machine today, and I have no regrets. 

I’m fucking dying over here. I can’t even.

All I can hear is Goofy saying “Well gorsh!”

When I went to start the bus, I was greeted with the wonderful realization that a raccoon, using it’s little fucking toe-fingers, opened my door and went through my trashcan… and apparently found a leftover grilled cheese (I have never eaten a grilled cheese on the bus, brah.) 

Then while collecting the kiddos, a call was made by dispatch to not route a certain way due to a corpse being in the middle of the street.

And finally, while I was waiting on a kid, I had my red STOP sign out, a vehicle attempted to fly past (not paying attention???) and smashed the front end of their car into another vehicle that was patiently waiting.

This was all during the morning shift. I have another shift.

I love my job.