For whatever reason, we seem to have an overabundance of bus drivers for the wee ones. Granted, the preschool increases enrollment throughout the course of the year, requiring more kids on each bus and eventualy the splitting of routes. Still, we seem to go through more drivers than I’d expect.
I’ve gotten used to it though, and luckily, most of them have been pretty decent.
Today I got Little Miss off the bus, and she had yet another new bus driver (the fourth of the year — and I was totally ok with it, as I wasn’t a fan of the previous driver).
As I looked at her, something about her looked familiar.
Me: You look vaguely familiar. Do I know you from somewhere?
Bus Driver: Today’s my first day driving. I don’t think so.
Me: Huh. (At which point, I proceed to unbuckle Little Miss from her carseat and remove her from the bus although technically no one but the bus driver and students are supposed to be on the bus)
Bus Driver: By the way, my name is Barbara.
Me: Looking up at her sharply. It has crystallized. Uhhhh, did you by chance ever work at (name of my current company)?
Bus Driver: Looking oddly at me. Yesssss, why?
Me: OMG, Barbara! I’m Michelle (insert last name here)!
Bus Driver: OMG! What a small world! I was laid off awhile ago, and this was the only job I could find. The economy bites.
Me: No kidding. I’m just waiting until the axe falls on me. Yikes! I’ll uhhh see you tomorrow.
Yeah, that wasn’t totally awkward. Awkward wasn’t my point though.
Wow. Barbara (and no, not her real name) was one of our tech support people. In fact, she was one of two tech support people I preferred to deal with when my computer had issues, as she actually knew what she was doing. She’d been with the company for YEARS. Way longer than me. She’s got skills. Education. Experience. And (nothing against bus drivers) driving a school bus part time was the only job she could find. Wow.
As if you needed more proof that the economy is in the toilet.