Come Saturday Morning
February 20, 2010 by Skyring
Filed under Featured, Philosophy, Sex, Taxi
Saturday is the day when I go out there and give 1.00 percent.
After a long week of long shifts, Saturday is my day for not caring. I do random stuff, maybe go shopping with my wife, a little housework, a lot of napping, reading the papers, drinking tea and just winding waaaaay down.
Sunday I might have my energy levels back up again, but Saturday is me winding down and enjoying family life.
Actually, I was out and about at 1030, fresh and shaven and making passable conversation with folk from the School of Practical Philosophy. This is the mob I stop work for every Wednesday night for two hours or so, and they have gotten me thinking some deep thoughts. Today was a Saturday session. Tea and cake and philosophy at the Australian Centre for Christianity and Culture as we learnt about the founder of the school and discussed some of his teachings.
I staid awake long enough to do some serious thinking. Odd that philosophy would help a cabbie, but there it is. I find the stress just eases away. I keep my mind focused on the job in hand, concentrate on the driving, do my very best to keep the passenger happy, finish the fare with smiles all round.
Happy passenger equals happy cabbie. That’s my philosophy.
In odd moments, I registered yet another domain name and did some housework to set up a new site. Not sure how it will pan out yet, but it will involve me, my co-driver, Twitter and a Taxi and it may lead to a series of grand adventures.
Stay tuned!
–Skyring
Saturday is one of my most high stress days. Lot’s of drunk kids.
Sunday, yesterday, I had this prostitute in the cab and a waitress. The prostitute is talking to this john, “I get $200 for this, I get $150 for that…..” The waitress gets out and I tell her, the cab is a public place, you should turn the cell phone off.
We go through Arby’s and back to the motel she works out of. One night, I’ll need some cop karma and I’ll share the meeting ritual with the man.
You should try driving nights. It’s a different world.
I’m a night driver. Always have been, though I might do the occasional day or “double” shift. For two years I did Saturdays, then I realised it wasn’t fare on my family for them to spend their days off tiptoeing around the house on weekends. So I gave up Saturday nights. They were my best money-earners, but the family cost was too high.
I don’t mind the drunks and crazies too much, though nowadays I tend to quit early if the drunks get too ratty or the “three-dickhead rule” has been invoked. What really bothers me isn’t the drunks and crazies. It’s the kangaroos. They can kill you with zero warning.