the story part is the real tragedy here. most of my job has become a project for me to move as much into the mundane as possible, and all the nuances of the job have really become closely examined, and for the most part any people that seemed the least bit weird, or out of ordinary were just that, they have been only slightly off, and all has really been mild entertainment for me. but as days, paved way to years, I just wanted everything to be normal, I didn't want any drama, i didn't want any story produced at my expense. I have a few stories, some of which I have put down in this blog, and some that I haven't, and that very very mild accumulation was enough to me. I decided to go from working 2 days a week, to 3 days a week, to 4 days a week, and now 5 days a week. Many times I have minimized my 12 hour days to 10 hours, and cut my night hours out of my shift. I have avoided risk and taken large pay cuts, all just to grade my excellence on my skill to avoid trouble rather than my skill to pull in money.
the real truth in the cab business now is the most dangerous part, the hardest part, and what makes me pull out my hair is the other drivers, who play chicken with me and use lanes that don't even exist to steal customers from me, cars who are yellow cabs, my fellow man, and women, but also car service cars, also weekend warriors from New Jersey, also good bus drivers, bad bus drivers, garbage trucks, and just plane non-descript assholes. people for 3 to 4 hours of my day can be commonly using their vehicles as assault tools, to threaten my life, to threaten all that I hold dear. and at the end of a calm day, I make 70 dollars. At the end of a better day 120, which is rare now. I can barely afford the rent, and despite all of this the cabbies keep coming, the lease prices never go down, and the government won't give me free healthcare. this project should end, and it should end very soon. I just don't know what to do next.
this thing is still really really awesome and fun. I love taking in all these people, as I have an anxiety about people in general, and 99% of the time they prove me wrong, people as a whole are very very good, and I feel thankful that I am a part of this thing we call humankind, but the powers that be are not fitting many lower class jobs sufficiently into the economic puzzle. this and many other jobs when performed at the highest and fairest levels do not provide a livable wage. Remember as an independent contractor I pay 15% of my income in taxes, i dunno maybe more i don't remember.
Anyway this isn't exactly goodbye, it's just an acknowledgement that I'm not authoring this blog like I should be. We'll se where it goes from here. Maybe it'll free me up to write more about what's on my mind, and dump more good pictures in here. But make no mistake this should be coming to a close eventually.