It's been a wild two days on the school bus frontier. It turns out that a boatload of drivers quit over the summer. Wonder why? (heh-heh). So the rest of us are pulling double and triple duty, showing up at strange schools, transporting strange students to strange places. In the heat. My bus is air-conditioned, but it's also 8 years old and when the temp is 98, it's still stifling inside the thing.
Yesterday I drove from deep Pleasant Grove to MacArthur Blvd. in Irving to rescue a driver whose bus had broken down. This was during the afternoon rush hour. While highballin' down Stemmons, the "engine hot" light and buzzer came on several times and the temperature gauge was pegged out on 230. Water still boils at 212, right? I decided I'd keep going until I saw steam or smoke from beneath the hood. Finally got there and someone had already rescued her...
Today, I doubled back to Hood and picked up a group of very wild students and spent the next 30 minutes shuttling them to their various stops in far eastern Pleasant Grove. The warning light came back on after they boarded the bus, causing me to think that the light is mysteriously hard-wired to my stress level.
I'll give this a few days. If it doesn't improve, I'll change back into my starched shirt and tie, pick up my briefcase, and start substitute teaching at Dallas Christian. It doesn't pay nearly as well, but the environment has to be better. Just has to be.