The secret of life

So this week is boreme2hell&back school bus training. I am so not joking. These classes are always geared toward folks with the IQ of a gnat and the common sense of a shoehorn. It is redundant and uninteresting to say the least.

So whats a girl to do in such a class for 5 long hours a day? Well she clips her cuticles and and counts how many licks it takes before she can't stand it any longer and bites her Red Hot Atomic Fire Ball. She also has time to check out the other potential bus drivers in her class.

I could probably pick who will cut the mustard and who will run screaming the first day they realize that driving the bus is easy until they stick 70 snot nosed whining brats behind you. Factor in that schools pay on a bi-weekly basis, and you get to drive said whiners around for an entire month before getting to see just how little this tedious job pays, and you realize why anyone able to do this job half way decently has job security for as long as kids leave their homes to get an education.

I met a nice lady yesterday who I thought would stand the upcoming challenges. We got along well and had several things in common. A potential new SC friendship in the works. Much to my surprise, she didn't return after our lunch break yesterday. Go figure.

There is a man and woman sitting next to me that I spoke to today. Both very friendly. She owns a florist shop and said she is taking the job to be able to provide insurance for her college aged daughter. Not sure how having her own business AND working as a bus driver is going to work out for her. She may find it easier to just pay for private insurance.

The gentleman at the end of my table is like a bunch of the drivers I know from Florida. Retired and taking the job for the benefits alone. This guy reminds me a lot of my Great Gran-daddy Roberts. Just minus the bib overalls. Handsome white haired man with a gentle nature about him. He is very energetic and engages our teacher in discussions about current topics. *you know that pupil that always has a story and holds everyone up* but his intentions are sincere. It always amazes me how elderly folks have so much energy. Today I learned their secret. Grandaddy bus driver enjoyed his lunch in the room with us. While entertaining us with stories from his life, he enjoyed himself a 20oz Vault energy drink and a king size pack of Reese peanutbutter cups.

If this is the secret of life, I indeed have a head start!!