Woah! I called my hubby to ask if he knew where the Iron and Ironing board was. I want to wear a special outfit for St. Patty's day.
He growled at me and told me why he was in such a foul mood. He was 1 minute late for work. He was suppose to be there at 6:27 am and he got there at 6:28 am. So he was told to see the supervisor, got a formal letter of complaint and was told to meet the bus he was suppose to be driving at a certain stop and take over.
This policy doesn't really make sense, in that, if a driver is EARLY to a bus stop he can and will get in instant trouble if he doesn't wait until he's suppose to be leaving. Makes sense passengers have to be able to rely on buses being on time or later not EARLY.
But if he had just gotten on the bus and driven it as per usual he still would be on time. They allow a lot of extra time and Joe never has trouble keeping up.
BUT, I am the type that is always early. When Joe comes to pick me up for lunch I get impatient if it's not before the time (when he's not working) or on time. I don't say anything, because I'm the unreasonable one, but part of me is shredding my tongue not saying you need to be EARLY.
Okay, I've blown off the words I bit back from Joe and now I can be the cheerleading, sympathetic wife I need to when I get home.
He growled at me and told me why he was in such a foul mood. He was 1 minute late for work. He was suppose to be there at 6:27 am and he got there at 6:28 am. So he was told to see the supervisor, got a formal letter of complaint and was told to meet the bus he was suppose to be driving at a certain stop and take over.
This policy doesn't really make sense, in that, if a driver is EARLY to a bus stop he can and will get in instant trouble if he doesn't wait until he's suppose to be leaving. Makes sense passengers have to be able to rely on buses being on time or later not EARLY.
But if he had just gotten on the bus and driven it as per usual he still would be on time. They allow a lot of extra time and Joe never has trouble keeping up.
BUT, I am the type that is always early. When Joe comes to pick me up for lunch I get impatient if it's not before the time (when he's not working) or on time. I don't say anything, because I'm the unreasonable one, but part of me is shredding my tongue not saying you need to be EARLY.
Okay, I've blown off the words I bit back from Joe and now I can be the cheerleading, sympathetic wife I need to when I get home.