New bid, new life.
Thanks to the internet I do not have any children.
If I had children, at this rate I would be capable of spending maybe a day a week with them until they graduated from High School. Pets? No such luck, you would read about me in the Bee...something related to animal cruelty. Such is life, and I work for RT...so I get payed like....a zillion dollars an hour... what am I sniveling about? Life is effing great right?
Wrong.
I'm stuck with an empty bag of seniority. Well, not empty...I think I have some vapors somewhere in my bag. Point is, I am cast to the land of shifts that would make some people cringe.
On the other hand, if you can appreciate working until 1 AM 5 days a week, 8 hours and 10 minutes per day on a split shift which more or less guarantees you spend upwards of 12 hours at your job but get paid for 8, you might smile gleefully.
Don't get me wrong, I enjoy my job and I am thankful to have it. Since I am in my twenties, I'm still in that phase of life in which I require instant gratification. Nothing too fancy, but maybe a Friday and Saturday off instead of Wednesday and Thursday. Or maybe a route that starts at say...9 in the morning and ends at around 5 in the afternoon versus 2:30 in the afternoon and ends at 1:12 the next morning.
As soon as I become ensconced in my self-gratificationism, (I know thats not a word, I made it up, think Transitarian) I realize that I must pay the proverbial dues like the scores of rookies who came before me.
It's the truth. It still sucks, and I can still hate it....But I also appreciate it.
See you this afternoon.
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I was riding with a young woman bus driver as we passed a slower bus on the same line. The lady pulled along side and offered to take on some of the passengers, but the driver waived her off.
She laughed and explained that the driver is an old-timer who is constantly ragging on her about how little seniority she has. "My bag has more seniority than you," he says.
Eventually you'll get that seniority and you can get the cushy day shift and you can smirk at the new guys whining about 12-hour days.
I've watched a work site go from union to non-union. It is not pretty. Think about what working for RT would be like without a contract. Think what it would be like if your shift were determined by the shade of brown on the end of your nose.
No, there's a lot to be said for paying your dues.
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