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The relationship that we have with money is an interesting one. Why is it interesting? Well, for one there’s indeed an emotional attachment to money. A universal feeling that the owner has when possessing the almighty green-backs. This feeling is powerful; but not quite as powerful as the feeling we get when coming into possession of dollars. That feeling of, “the world is my oyster” to the extent of the buying power that that cash amount has.
When somebody slips me a tip, my brain lights up as I quickly stash it away out of sight. Try to immediately remove the dollars from my sensory register. And when those dollars are gone? The brain slowly recovers from it’s heightened state; however, the mind seizes the new numbers, and quickly computes any of numerous calculations of money. The same goes for other forms of receiving cash: accepting a gift, when paychecks come, finding money on the ground.
Afterwards, some time later, there are several potential places for the money to go: into the gas tank, or take a walk to the restaurant, etc….. hey maybe into the bank! Read more
Before the relaxation and contentedness from Memorial Day Weekend (MDW) completely fades, take a moment to appreciate the meaning of the holiday. Traditionally, the last day of May is devoted to honoring and remembering both men and woman who died in military service. It’s also the unofficial kick-off of summer in America. Which means that beaches will now be life-guarded, and typically start charging admission.
Although I’ve had family members who served in the military, and fought during WWII (my grandpa on my mother’s side); there aren’t any immediate family members serving in the active military. And fortunately, most of the people in my network were unscathed when terrorists attacked New York City (NYC) on September 11th, 2001. What all this can be filtered down to is the following: service brings honor. Whether that’s military service, growing a business that serves the community, or the blessed men and women who don some kind of uniform for work each day. Read more
This week had some of the most traffic I’ve ever felt. So crazy that I had to evacuate from the city before being consumed by the sea of cars. People were getting run over by trucks. Horns were blaring in a symphony of noise. But amongst all of the chaos, I still managed to find some respite. And found some beauty in the night-time city skyline. Check it out in my dashcam round-up below.
With the busy holiday (i.e., vacation) and traveling season coming up, traffic on the major highways will be becoming a nightmare. Since rideshare drivers earn the most when our mobility is at its highest, avoiding and/or beating traffic is always a major concern. Our income can, and does, fluctuate quite a bit depending on how quickly we’re able to service pax. And in the NYC market, the amounts of traffic are unpredictable; often influenced by variables like construction, geographic location, and volume of cars on the road.
The rideshare-mobile rolls on, and thus my dash-cam has been busily documenting my campaign in New York City (NYC). This week was predictable along the lines of traffic congestion, street closures, and people in Times Square; however, we did have a president sighting. On Thursday (Star Wars day, May 4th) President Trump paid a visit to the Intrepid museum. The perma-docked aircraft carrier that’s located on the West-side highway, around 54th St. And with his gracious visitation (for a meeting about some historic battle’s anniversary); the appropriate protesting ensued from the masses. Essentially, protesters were irate that the president was visiting NYC, and felt compelled to demonstrate across from the Intrepid ship. Why? That’s beyond me. All I know is what I heard the group chanting, “Trump get out, this is our New York” in a repetitive, sing-songy, totally non-threatening manner. Plus the protest was confined to a pre-determined area, which was fenced off by police. Read more
Just when I thought it was safe to go outside again, the mean streets of NYC prove to be quite the chaotic battleground. This week, my dashcam has been snappin’ up all kinds of interesting goings-ons; from taxis running red lights, to ambulances everywhere, and some good ol’ fashioned road rage. So here’s the highlights from my week. Chock full of juicy little tidbits, which may provide you dear reader with some valuable insight into the whole ridesharing gig. If you so choose to partake in viewing these gems.
Being a rideshare driver that operates primarily in NYC, I’m constantly on the move. So, the last thing I need to be told by anyone is to get moving. In fact there’s little to no stopping during a routine shift, unless I’m stuck in traffic. “Get moving asap please” was a message I received by the operations team that coordinates driver/rider transactions with Via.
I was sitting a red light when the
y/he/she, whomever it was, decided that my cell phone GPS (and therefore my surrounding vehicle) had been stagnate for too long; and some instruction was needed to prompt me back into service. So far I’ve rarely received instruction from Via’s ops’ team. But for whatever reason they felt the need to verbally intervene with the idle, vehicle-shaped blip, that obviously is being monitored from behind the curtain. Read more
One of the cool aspects of working in New York City (as compared to the suburbs) is all the interesting people that I interact with on the daily. Most pax stick to the informal script when I show up to transport them:
Confirm the ride is there for them.
Figure out where to sit, and how to use the automatic door.
Bury their face into their smartphone until they’ve arrived at their destination.
Occasionally I’ll get pax who chat me up about rideshare driving, which I don’t mind. But frequently they more or less conform to the aforementioned behavior. It’s almost like clockwork sometimes actually.Read more
It was a cool Sunday night, the last day of winter in fact. I was pushing 50 hours of driving on the week, and was ready to call it a day. It’s St. Patrick’s Day weekend; and although I didn’t work Friday night (St. Patrick’s Day), the other nights of the weekend were dreadfully slow. Which is always nice. I’m in the Lower West Side, and get a ping to pick up a “Brad C.” At the time, it didn’t strike me as anything out of the ordinary. Just was going to pick up Brad next. An hour or so left in my shift.
After getting my TLC license two summers ago, I’ve since adopted “rideshare driving” (which is basically giving out rides in a black car vs. a yellow cab) in New York City (NYC). It’s become my main source of income, and hence I’m doing it full-time (40+ hours per week). And depend completely upon the income I make doing “rideshare driving” to pay bills, pay down debt, and otherwise live.
It’s not abnormal for “rideshare drivers” in NYC to be driving full-time, because often the drivers have big overhead costs that are unique to this location. For example, you can’t just use any old car for ridesharing in NYC. The black car has to be registered with Taxi & Limousine Commission (TLC), which requires an inspection, commercial insurance, etc.