Sunday, August 24, 2008
The streak is intact
I've now worked every day since July 13. It's the busy season in San Diego and I'm trying to take full advantage. I still cringe when I think about what we call the taxi recession of 2007. This was actually the 2007-8 winter season, when there was no business to speak of. Our old timers said at the time they hadn't seen it that slow since right after 9/11. Oldtimer doormen at the hotels said the same thing.
Since July 13, 2008 I've had two days where I worked two hours or less. One was due to my car having an electrical problem, and the other was due to anger. One Sunday afternoon I was hearing great rides all around me, and I was getting all no-gos and short, local trips. I've been getting better at letting this stuff go, but on that one occasion I was so angry I left -- but the streak is officially intact.
Even with the high gas prices, money stacks up when I work 8-10 hrs a day, 7 days a week. I'm giddy whenever I check my bank balance.
Since July 13, 2008 I've had two days where I worked two hours or less. One was due to my car having an electrical problem, and the other was due to anger. One Sunday afternoon I was hearing great rides all around me, and I was getting all no-gos and short, local trips. I've been getting better at letting this stuff go, but on that one occasion I was so angry I left -- but the streak is officially intact.
Even with the high gas prices, money stacks up when I work 8-10 hrs a day, 7 days a week. I'm giddy whenever I check my bank balance.
Sunday, August 3, 2008
Sales jokes
Last night I drove a man and woman in sales. The man told a joke about a man who died and went to Heaven. When he got to the pearly gates St. Peter showed him the attractions -- relaxing on clouds, eating great meals, and listening to harp music. The man thanked him, but decided to go down to Hell to see what that was all about. Satan met him at the gate and showed him around. He saw wild sex parties with the best wine and spirits. He decided on Hell, and Satan brought him inside again. When he got inside he saw something very different from what he had seen before. Now there were people being tortured and burned and living in cages. "Satan," he asked, "where are the great parties and all the fun stuff?" Satan said, "That was when you were a prospective client. You're a client now."
I suggested that this was also like the difference between dating and marriage. The man offered:
I suggested that this was also like the difference between dating and marriage. The man offered:
Man: Do you know what food kills the female sex drive?
Me: No.
Man: Wedding cake.
Photos from the last few days
City workers speaking with a homeless man.
Coronado Bridge at night, and the next.
Seen better days
