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Drive a taxi. It's fun. Really.
June 11, 2003
The owner has procured a CD player for the taxi. It plays plain-jane CDs & MP3 discs. Also WMA, but I hardly have a clue as to what the benefit of that is. Also, a speaker upgrade was in order. Pleasant.
After a few days of this music setup, it feels like driving a taxi, with a bit of acceptable distraction. Initially, I had the idea that the music would come and take my worries away forever. After the novelty of the device has worn off, however, the idea of playing the same acoustic Neil Young CDs 500 times seems like torture in itself. Eventually, I'll be blasting Physical Graffiti at an unacceptable volume just to piss off the cool Willy B kids, not to mention EVERYBODY ELSE.
And that is how it goes for me. My verbal agreement with my roommate taxi owner has me on this cab 7 days a week, 10pm to 6 am. The hours remove some factors that I find terribly annoying, like crushing levels of traffic and the much higher likelihood of arrogant S.O.B.s that are absolutely sure that I do not know where 68th and Madison is. Also, what I've found is that the price I've paying him is probably on the low side. Especially if things go wrong with the taxi. I'd pay a wee bit more just to ease my mind (read: absolve myself of any responsibility for the care and maintenance of the cab beyond keeping the interior & exterior clean).
All that aside, even with the reduced hours per day and the free-flowing nature of the shift, I'd have to say that already I'm showing signs of paranoia. Last night I operated most of the shift under the assumption that the next customer would the One that would wreak havoc on all levels.
Too many days straight destroys what little social skills I have. Maybe I should consider eating Friday and Saturday (i.e. work for a coupla hours only on those nights.) Taking a loss is generally unacceptable. I did it last Friday night for extenuating circumstances. But generally, I'm here to serve NYC nightlife. Being an actual participant has become an alien concept, for the most part.
And that is the news.
After a few days of this music setup, it feels like driving a taxi, with a bit of acceptable distraction. Initially, I had the idea that the music would come and take my worries away forever. After the novelty of the device has worn off, however, the idea of playing the same acoustic Neil Young CDs 500 times seems like torture in itself. Eventually, I'll be blasting Physical Graffiti at an unacceptable volume just to piss off the cool Willy B kids, not to mention EVERYBODY ELSE.
And that is how it goes for me. My verbal agreement with my roommate taxi owner has me on this cab 7 days a week, 10pm to 6 am. The hours remove some factors that I find terribly annoying, like crushing levels of traffic and the much higher likelihood of arrogant S.O.B.s that are absolutely sure that I do not know where 68th and Madison is. Also, what I've found is that the price I've paying him is probably on the low side. Especially if things go wrong with the taxi. I'd pay a wee bit more just to ease my mind (read: absolve myself of any responsibility for the care and maintenance of the cab beyond keeping the interior & exterior clean).
All that aside, even with the reduced hours per day and the free-flowing nature of the shift, I'd have to say that already I'm showing signs of paranoia. Last night I operated most of the shift under the assumption that the next customer would the One that would wreak havoc on all levels.
Too many days straight destroys what little social skills I have. Maybe I should consider eating Friday and Saturday (i.e. work for a coupla hours only on those nights.) Taking a loss is generally unacceptable. I did it last Friday night for extenuating circumstances. But generally, I'm here to serve NYC nightlife. Being an actual participant has become an alien concept, for the most part.
And that is the news.
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