Working myself to the bone

Date: 3/6/2022

I'm with a huge group of people that travels by school bus and doesn't get any days off. Some work the early shift and some work the late shift. I'm on a bus to one of my shifts with tons of other people and they're young like kids. There's not enough seats for all of us but they keep trying to load more people on. I try to take a seat with like three more kids that are already sitting there and they get up and move, though i try to take up less than one seat. We see that another one of our buses is on fire on the highway because of improperly stored paints that someone kept on the top, which was like a double decker bus covered with a cheap tarp for storage purposes. They pull over and everyone tries to get off. I don't think anyone was harmed in the end and the person responsible tried to dodge taking care of it or accepting fault. I try to go to the breakfast shift and want to eat my own food instead of what's prepared for us. I unpack a simple snack for myself and my grandpa goes ballistic. He stands up and starts yelling and i tell for him to hit me. He does and feels rotten to the gut for doing it. I sit on the porch overlooking the bay at his old house on the island and the people pass me asking what happened. It's night and i feel strangely satisfied that he's hit me. Strange.