Jesus.  IT’S TWENTY TEN.  Where is my flying car?

I’m afraid I’m going to have to give up the taxi thing here pretty quick.  I love the work, for the most part, but the money and hours are killing me.  I’ve been working a minimum of 60 hours a week, not counting travel time and hanging out waiting for my cab to get into the office so I can go to work, or waiting for a ride home because I’m not making enough to keep insurance and plates on my personal vehicle and I refuse to take the chance on getting busted for it.  Consistently at the end of that sixty-plus hours, I’m lucky if I have enough cash to keep myself eating for the two days I’m not earning cash.

This is barely hand-to-mouth living, and I just can’t afford to keep doing it as my primary source of income.  I’m going to try to work out a way I can continue driving as a second job while working a “real” job elsewhere, but honestly if I’m going to be hanging out on campus, I’d rather it be because I’m playing or partying, not driving people around.

Things are mostly quiet this week.  I’m exhausted.  Ex.  Haust.  Ed.  I have little to no energy for anything lately, my back is killing me, and on a good day I might make minimum wage.  If it wasn’t for the fact of having no cash on hand, no legal transportation, and for my awesome customers, I’d be gone by now.  Nothing personal against the company – it’s the business that sucks.  Unfortunately, I’m coming to a point where someone’s going to have to come up short besides me for once.

Of course, a few of my customers will always be covered, if I have to pick them up and give them a free ride in my personal vehicle.

What brings this on is that I’ve got a bunch of stuff to do today, and I have neither the money nor the energy to really do it right…and I have to go back to work tomorrow.  This is a situation that must end soon. 

After all, I’ve got a world to save.