|A completely random photo from my collection.|
Nobody in their right mind will be in this state of undress at this time of year in Norway.
Some days at work are great. Some days are not. Yesterday was going great. Until it wasn't!
I start work every day around 5.45/6am. In normal English: too #^%#& early! But, after a while you get used to it and you just get on with them. As I did yesterday morning. I knew what I was going to do and I set off and did it. Nooooo problem!
Until a colleague came up to me: whether I was sure I was driving the right line. Well, yes, of course I was. I looked in my paperwork. Of course I was not. I started at the wrong end of town on the wrong route and the at the wrong time!
I felt really bad and tried to make it to the other side of town, but of course I was never able to. I started the (by then officially cancelled) route halfway down and drove the few people I had picked up to their stops.
I joked about it when I got back that afternoon. It was the fault of the real driver of that route. Had he been on time, he might have caught me out sooner. Or another driver's fault, the one who usually checks my shift to see what he did last week. But of course it wasn't their fault at all. It was mine.
So, this morning I checked my paperwork. Twice. And showed it to others. Just to make sure I started on the right route, at the right side of town and at the right time (which by the way, was the route I wasn't supposed to do yesterday).