Tonight was a tough night. I drive for a “ride share” service (i.e. the 21st century version of a taxi service) and my car smells like a brewery because I’ve been shuttling drunk yuppies all night. I’m so glad I quit the sauce. You might think that breathing in toxic fumes and dealing with drunk, entitled 20-somethings would make me want a drink. Just the opposite.
Now I have to decide if I want to stick with it. I need the money but for a few coins more than minimum wage I’m not sure this is the way to go. Not to mention the wear and tear on my car for which I get zero compensation. As in all things, the marketing literature is much more pleasant than the real deal. So I sit here contemplating the age old question put forth by the Clash, “Should I stay or should I go?”