My Current State of Inspiration is Drug-Induced.
Awesome! It's only been 10 days since I blogged last. Well, what's going to happen next is more than one blog, because my current state of inspiration is drug-induced. Meaning, at approximately 2pm this afternoon I had a dark-chocolate espresso bean cluster that is just now hitting me. I have timed this, and caffeine hits me hard about 6 hours after I have it, and then I crash. Strike while the iron is hot as they say! I'm now having a glass of Zinfandel to bring me down. Uppers-downers-uppers-downers. Sometimes that's how I roll.
I Don't Care About Selling Your F***ing Credit Card.
So, I just had to get to the computer. This has been a big week. Not only have I been traveling, but I decided to pull the plug on my job at Pier 1. Let's face it, I don't care about "selling" their f***ing credit card. "This is a sales job, not a cashier position". Please. You are paying me $10 an hour. $$$10 AN HOUR!!!! I would rather go flip burgers at McDonald's. That was my first job, but I never actually flipped burgers. Nope, don't need your BS sales rhetoric, I'm going to drive for Lyft full-time and see what happens.
I Do Care About Freedom.
This is why I'm driving for Lyft. I can make my own hours, and twice the money in half the time. I logged in for 2 hours last week. 1 of those hours I spent watching an episode of "Ripper Street" on BBCAmerica (it's really good by the way). The other hour I spent driving around in the West Hills at sunset and made $40. IN ONE HOUR!!! You do the math. That made my decision very easy.
And I Love Meeting New People.
Let's face it. Lyft keeps me engaged. I'm always learning a new route, meeting new people, and it is for a very brief time. I don't have to solve problems or answer ridiculous questions and people are coming to me for a service they already want! Hint: I don't have to sell them anything! Don't get me wrong, I love getting people to buy useless things they probably don't need and getting them to go in debt for it. Wait. I'm off track again. I don't really enjoy doing that. I do enjoy getting people safely to their destination in a car with polka-dot seat covers. Who doesn't love polka-dots?
By Now You Think I'm Crazy.
I most likely am, and for good reason. I'm writing this blog in about 10 minutes flat. Previews of things to come: conversations with my Grandma (she's hilarious), travels to Long Beach, WA (and what I found there) and my trip to Oakland, CA a few weeks ago with my brother (it is amazing, despite the random gunshots).