wanderer03
Well-Known Member
Today I had a meltdown at work at the very end of the shift. So many of you know that I currently drive a bus for a living. Well, here is what my day looked like. My normally assigned bus has been in the shop for some rather significant work for the past 5 days. Mechanical issues happen, I get it. So, they assign me a bus with an Out of Service sign on it. Cool, yeah people make mistakes - again, I get it.
So, the next bus they assigned me started right up and I got it the point of origin when it caught fire. At least I was the only one in the bus and I was able to grab the grab the fire extinguisher and put it out. Apparently my phone call to dispatch reporting the issue spun some people up. No more buses were available so they sent me a 15 passenger van. I completed the run with the van, stopped at a gas station to fill it up, went to start it and it wouldn't start. By now, I'm pissed off. So, the mechanics come again with a jump kit and managed to get the van started.
I get to the dispatch window to drop my paperwork off and one of the maintenance managers asked me what I did to cause the fire. I lost it. It's a good thing the dispatcher came out from behind her window and talked us both down. I'm not a violent person but my stress tolerance level had just peaked and I told him I did not appreciate being blamed for his failures to maintain the buses. Furthermore, I managed to save the bus from being totally ruined - You'd think a thank you would be in order. Unfortunately, this manager is a cousin by blood of the owning family and has some kind of Napolean complex. I'm 6'4" and this guy was 5'4" if that.
Let's just say I won't be getting any promotions any time soon but I won't be let go because they only have enough drivers to cover all of their runs. If one person calls out, they have to cancel the run and pay a contract violation penalty to the customer. I could tell it really chapped this guy's ass and he really wanted to fire me. GaaaaaahhhhhhHH! I
So, the next bus they assigned me started right up and I got it the point of origin when it caught fire. At least I was the only one in the bus and I was able to grab the grab the fire extinguisher and put it out. Apparently my phone call to dispatch reporting the issue spun some people up. No more buses were available so they sent me a 15 passenger van. I completed the run with the van, stopped at a gas station to fill it up, went to start it and it wouldn't start. By now, I'm pissed off. So, the mechanics come again with a jump kit and managed to get the van started.
I get to the dispatch window to drop my paperwork off and one of the maintenance managers asked me what I did to cause the fire. I lost it. It's a good thing the dispatcher came out from behind her window and talked us both down. I'm not a violent person but my stress tolerance level had just peaked and I told him I did not appreciate being blamed for his failures to maintain the buses. Furthermore, I managed to save the bus from being totally ruined - You'd think a thank you would be in order. Unfortunately, this manager is a cousin by blood of the owning family and has some kind of Napolean complex. I'm 6'4" and this guy was 5'4" if that.
Let's just say I won't be getting any promotions any time soon but I won't be let go because they only have enough drivers to cover all of their runs. If one person calls out, they have to cancel the run and pay a contract violation penalty to the customer. I could tell it really chapped this guy's ass and he really wanted to fire me. GaaaaaahhhhhhHH! I