stupid transportation
Today, being Tuesday, is the day of my art class, but I didn't go.
Why?
C-van. C-van is the name para-transit in my area. Para-transit is like the short bus for public transportation. I have no idea how para-transit works in other areas, but here the service is door-to-door. The little bus kind a works like a taxi -- you call and make an appointment for a pick-up and return...and they stick you into their schedule...the problem is c-van can be about as accommodating and reliable as Paris Hilton becoming a chaste nun.
You see where I am going with this?
Actually, I canalled before they didn't show up (which has happened before). No, instead they gave me crappy times. I told them I needed to be at my art class by 1pm (it starts at 1:30, but I rather be early than late, and I've needed that half hour before...I got there once at 2 pm...grrr...) So, the best time they could give me for pick up? 11am! The earliest they usually pick me up is noon! Not only was my pick up time so early, my return was late. I asked for a 3:30 return. What time did I get?4:30! Not to mention the 15 minute window, which can mean they are can show up up to 30 minutes later!
I am still a bit weak from the flu. It's gone, though. I wouldn't dream of exposing anyone to this.) I don't need to be gone that long. And I really didn't want to cry today. (C-van has a long history of making me cry.) So, I cancelled.
And everyone thinks I can rely on c-van to take me to a job? Are they kidding?
Their has to be a better alternative because c-van sucks!
But no one seems to think there is.
Sometimes I want to scream.
wheeling girl, i know it sounds cleche, to say you can go anything you put your mind too. with hard work and stubborness anything is possible. i was born with muscular dystrophy. the doctors said i would die befur i reached the age of elevan. guess hwo old i am? i am 51 almost 52. i have been in a wheelchair sence i was 9. my stepfather told me iwould always live with him and my mom. i showed him!!! when i turn 21 i fell in love with the man i was going to marry. we moved out into an apt. we had some ruff times we broke up and i got an apt of my own. i babysat for 10 children from my wheelchair. the only advantage i had was that i could stand and pivet on my own. over the next six years sam my (boyfriend)and i lived together off and on. but i was determined to never live with my parents again. and i never did. after along time sam asked me to marry him and i said yes. i was also told that i would never have ahy children.HA! on the doctors. i gave boith to two bueatiful girls 18 months apart. i had c- section but i carried them both full term.then when they started school all day i went to college and in six years igot my masters degree inhuman service adminastration. was it easy no!!!but i worked hard and i graduated with a 3.8 gpa iworked as a substance abuse counselor, a social worker in a nursing home,and a psych social worker in a mental institution. i never got the really high paying jobs.but i got to help people to me that was worth all the hard work.even now i am homebound do to my being very sick last summer. i still am not giving up or giving in to my disabilities in two week i am going to see a voc rehab councelor to get a job working on the computer. as long as there is breath in my body i will fight to be all i can as i can do no less as a role model for my girls... by the way in nov. i will be a grandma for the first time. if i can do thts with my diabikities you can find what you are good at and you can sucseed. please write me at samhart@beeline-online.net ireally would like to hear from you.PEASE
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