I’ve been working more hours and picking up shifts in an effort to be prepared for having to shoulder full rent on april 15th while continuing the search for a roommate. I also need to get caught up on a couple of bills I let fall behind when I was gone in England. I find the more I work, the less I have the motivation to work. I slack off a little more, rationalizing that I deserve a little rest here and there. Working on commission, this is very bad. I also find I spend more tip money on lunch/dinner/snack/coffees, rationalizing that I’m still making more by picking up these shifts, and the rewards motivate me.
Regardless, it’s making my time worth less and that sucks. But I do like to reward myself, that’s for sure. I think tonight I might get donuts from the Greenbush Bakery or a nice sandwich from Mildred’s for dinner.
I picked up a shift last night, like a lot of people did. It was St Patrick’s Day and it was a total flop. Barely anyone went out to drink last night and the fact that we had so many cabs on the road made it ten times worse for everyone. A lot of people got to go home early but I got assigned a call going to a different city. The call ran about $50, I got a $10 tip, and it saved my night. However, this couple had sex in my taxi cab.
Kinda strange, seeing as the man was probably 50, and the woman around 45 and a knock out. It almost seemed like she was a divorced trophy wife looking for a good time. Towards the end of the ride she breathed heavily into my ear “You’re a good girl.” It was pretty off-the-wall.