I certainly don't have the most glamorous job in the world, I drive the employee shuttle in the parking lot at Mercy Hospital. I love my job, I really do. Occasionally, however, I want to physically hurl someone off of the shuttle. Most of the time, the person in question is simply too fat to consider such a feat. One woman comes on the shuttle every day, takes out her cell phone, and just yells at her kid to clean his room before she gets home. It's the same conversation every day, and it doesn't matter if she's the only rider, or if there are 20 people, she will yell, and everyone else will just sit in stunned silence. It's a pain in the ass, because nobody wants to tell her to just shut up, but you know everybody is thinking it.
Today, this lady came back from lunch and called for the shuttle to pick her up in the parking lot, no biggie, they park about a quarter mile from the door, I wouldn't feel like walking either. On the way to the stop the shuttle dies, and I have to sit there for a few minutes trying to get it going again. It stops reliably working pretty much whenever it gets over 70 degrees. She keeps calling me on the intercom thing in the shuttle stop and yelling at me to hurry up. Not asking, not wondering what the hold up is. Yelling. Keep in mind, I'm roughly 40 or 50 feet from the stop. She could probably walk to the shuttle in about 10 seconds with minimal effort, but no. She feels the need to continue pressing the call button like the waste of matter that she is.
I really do love that job, but some days I just want to drive the shuttle directly into a few people, like today
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