I haven’t written much of late, I haven’t had much to say. Not because there isn’t stuff going on, there is always stuff going on, but rather I’m really struggling to stay focused on my end goal. I’m tired, I’m over this job, like a marathoner on the 23rd mile I’m just trying finnish this race. Im really just focused on myself and internalizing what I have to do to survive the days. For me it’s no longer about what’s going on around me, it’s just about staying focused on my actions.
I’v been driving the bus for so long I can barely remember what is was like years ago. I have no association or recollections to the fun this job used to be, I’m just numb. But the other day I got a rare recollection to what used to be like. The other day A new driver came up to me in a panic. It was his first solo day and he couldn’t log on to the radio. I told him I’d help him and so we set off to find his bus. One small problem, he couldn’t remember which bus was his. He left his paperwork with his bus number on the bus. laughingly I told him “Buddy there are 300 buses in this yard, they all are big and orange.” So like two lost shoppers in a mall parking lot we looked and looked for his bus. Finally we found it. I was able to log him on to his radio and he thanked me. ” Look it’s your first day, focus on the basics, don’t run anybody over and pick up all the people, everything else will take care itself.” In that aspect he and I were in similar positions. Two drivers, one at the beginning of his career, the other at the end, both just struggling to focus and make it through a day. How have I been focusing? I’ve been focusing on my regular passengers, getting to know them and counting on them to get me through the day as much as they are counting on me to get them to work. In the coming days I’ll be introducing some of them to you. There is Sheila, Alfred, Caroline, the three artsy kids, Megan and others. They don’t know it but they are pulling me to the finnish line..
Musings from the streets.
Yesterday a guy getting on my bus stopped and gave a woman a “wolf whistle.” I don’t think I’ve heard a wolf whistle since the 1980′s and even then it was in the Nair who wears short shorts commercial. I have to wonder if a wolf whistle has ever successfully wooed a women into bed? It just reaffirmed my belief we men are a desperate lot.