Tell me about the experience of being a female bus driver.

At 4 o'clock in the morning, you were awakened by a noisy alarm. After a simple wash and dress, you reluctantly leave home and commute to the parking lot early. At five o'clock, you clean the car, check whether the vehicle performance is normal, and drive your huge body to the first and last stations. At 5: 20, the dispatcher came to the team dispatching room on time, signed the road ticket for you and sent you the plain and tasteless greetings as always. At half past five, the first bus leaves the station. You always drive fast on the first lap, because the road conditions in the morning are the best in the day. At 7:00, you arrive at the other end of the terminal, haven't had time to have breakfast, and are worried that there will be no bus dispatch in the morning rush hour, so you are hurriedly pushed out of the station to let you start. You have to start your return trip with a box lunch, and you can eat one or two cold meals as soon as possible when you meet a red light. On the way, a passenger who thought you were driving too fast tripped you. At 9 o'clock, after a rest of 10 minutes, your bad mood calmed down a little and began to run the second lap today. 12:30, you missed lunch time because of the traffic jam, took some steamed buns and other vegetarian dishes, got on the bus and hurried back. On the way, I was in a hurry, and I got into a scuffle with a taxi that grabbed the road. I gave the other party 50 yuan money. 14:30, you feel sleepy, but you still have to drive. At the same time, because there are few cars today, you can't even rest for 10 minutes at the finish line. 19:30, after a hectic day, you finally turn off the car and drive to the gas station (assuming your car is CNG fuel). It's the filling peak. Looking at the endless queue in front of you, you lightly sighed. At 2 1:30, you finally filled up the gas and drove back to the parking lot to start repairing the glitch you encountered today. At 22:00, the penultimate bus leaves. You are one step behind, so you have to wait for the last bus at 22:30. At 23:30, after a hard day's work, you finally came home and went to bed without taking a shower, because tomorrow is your overtime and you need to get up early. At four o'clock the next day, I began to repeat the same boring life as the first day.