Manley The Cabbie

So... I just finished Melissa Plaut's book HACK. Actually, as is often my wont, I also started it tonight. It was about 6 hours of dealing with the bureaucratic asstasticness that is New York's Taxi and Limousine Authority, people who think they're better than you are and seeing the strange and unusual somehow become fertile and beautiful. In spite of the fact that she'd portrayed some of the more negative aspects of the job (and let's face it, very few books sell that only have bubble gum, sunshine and farts in them... bring on the conflict), it was not a completely un-hopeful tale.

In fact, she's a woman after my own heart. No, not in that romantic way. Here I am, college-educated, with an interesting amount of experience (read here 5+ years) in more than one professional field and I'm looking at performing that most basic of tasks - shuffling carbon atoms from one point on the surface of the Earth to another. Granted, those atoms would be arranged in a sentient fashion, but carbon atoms nonetheless.

I'm postponing my start until the first week in February to finish off my two week notice with my current employer. My remaining "cab business classes" were going to overlap with my remaining 12 hour shifts, causing some major sleep deprivation issues. Getting myself killed in a crackup in my personal vehicle was NOT my idea of getting started in a driving job of any kind.

It's almost like my cat knew I when I was getting close to the end of the book, too. About four pages away, she started some yawny mewling as if to say "It's your bedtime, fucker! Get on it!"

Anyway... I leave you with these LOLcats.



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