So... the weekend... was... rainy. As a result, the outside of the cab was frickin GRIMY. Two things I didn't want. Combine that with the fact that the Rodeo and the lousy weather actually took a chunk out of my income. Also, I wandered into the deep southeast (Pearland and the Bay Area) to see if the "mellower clientele" would make for a more interesting and less-stressful work night.
No such luck.
My second trip at 2pm was some drunken assed rich white guy who insisted on fucking touching me the whole damn time I was driving him to "the bars downtown." Yeah, it was nearly a 50 dollar trip; but holy fuck, I wanted to kill the guy when it was done.
Makes me wish I had a New York cab with the partition between me and my riders. Crap.
Rodeo should be over soon, and I'm hoping that drives the sunshine soldiers back into their hidey holes and gets business back to normal. The weekend had to be the least profitable of the 5 weeks I've been on the road because of all the part timers who thought they were going to have a lot of business this month.
I have a question to the general populace, BTW. You do know that when you answer your cel phone in the cab the driver is pretty much privy to all your damn business. don't you?
HINT: I hear you, and unfortunately, I am. I don't want to be, but I am. This is especially true when you're having a SCREAMING FUCKING FIT and making it HARD FOR ME TO DRIVE.
Idiots. Your lives do not revolve around your phones. Turn them off once in a while, especially if you have unnecessary drama in your life.
Anyway... I finally had what I would consider a decent Sunday. It helped me do what I wanted to do this week which was pay off my last ever payday loan. Working for the man was interesting, but wasn't quite getting me what I wanted. Frankly, if I'm behind it a little, I can always jump in the PHD and go make more.
BTW... PHD is "People Hauler Deluxe" =)
Anyway, as part of that feeling confident in making money anytime, I spent 60 bucks on getting it hand washed and the interior detailed.
Tomorrow... St. Patricks Day, and too many people using excuses to drink themselves into a stupor. YAY
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