About a year ago, I was working at a job I hated and made me
physically ill - I’d start my day with a coffee and a xanax, knowing I’d
probably need one or the other to get me through the day. That job was like the boyfriend I knew
I’d end it with eventually, but was good enough until the next good thing came
along. In an unexpected turn of
events, I was laid off / broken up with, before I could pull the trigger
myself. I was hurt, felt
betrayed and was angry. I decided
to leave a city I love, Austin, to move to a city I didn’t really know anything
about but was closer to where I’d consider one of my “homes,” LA’s South Bay, I
landed in Phoenix. I vowed to
“never work for the man again” and started an e-commerce retail shop (www.myolivepress.com) with a couple of
my friends. Despite my passion to
grow this venture and my ability to succeed, the bills needed to be paid, unemployment
had run dry and we were no where close to turning a profit big enough to
support my monthly expenses. I’m
decidedly a lot like Jay-Z, “I’m a hustla, baby” – I’d made up my mind, and
working for the man I would not. I
knew I’d figure it out; I always had in the past. I threw a wide net and made money anyway I could – keep in
mind, I have some limitations on that, folks. Sometime back in March I started driving for a “ride-share”
company in my spare time to make some extra cash. It was flexible, the money was easy and it was fun. Every day I drove strangers around, I
laughed, I shook my head in disbelief and I told myself I needed to start
documenting these encounters. Six
months later, after a ride inspirational enough to document…here we go. You’re welcome in advance for the
life lessons learned in my Ford Edge Limited; I know you’ll find these as valuable as I have.
Note: Names, times, locations and relevant details may
or may not have been changed.
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