We all have to do stuff we don't wanna do. Since I retired from teaching, there is far less of that in my life now and for that, I'm immensely grateful.
Monday, I have to get up early in order to drive to the far side of Dallas for bus driver recertification training. Has to be done every three years and this will be the 9th time I've sat through 8 hours of old safety films and first-aid tips. At this time in my illustrious yellowhound career, I feel I could teach the class. I'll handle the boredom as best I can and try to remember that every school day, I've got the most precious cargo one can have. That I've got young children whose parents trust me with delivering them safely.
I'll get paid $50 for my time.