It's the end of a grueling first week at the new job. All I can say is, put some of these 60-hour weeks on a long consecutive streak, and the minute this job gets replaced by a typical 8-hour job, I can say "8 hours, that's all?" That would have improved my outlook for overtime at my airport job, but thankfully that's all in the past.
Turns out my strengths on knowing streets still sticks with Downriver. Almost six months after stating here that I don't know the businesses within a mile of my house (after four years), I STILL don't know them. It turns out I don't know businesses, and some side streets either. Luckily enough, I bought a good street map of Wayne County, so all I have to do is look things up, in lieu of one of those $400 GPS systems. Truth be known, all cab and limo companies need those things. I remember my last college exam was in a GPS class, where the technology was just starting. It's come a long way since and is so localized... the technology is just amazing.
I probably had one or two so-so passengers out of the fifty-plus I carried this week, which is not a bad ratio at all. I'm sure I'll get some regular fares along the way who will get to know me, so that won't be a problem. But to come in out of the blue and have that ratio be as good as it was, it bodes for a good start.
Tuesday I raked in more than I would at an average day at the airport! Hopefully there will be more good days like that.
If the house and its condition weren't falling behind before, it certainly is now, however. I get "car lag" very easily and after I get home, I usually talk to Jenni and then plop down for the night. I have sane days off for once (Saturday/Sunday) and will have to get the household stuff done during that time. Steve is planning on working more off-days so he can hit the Phillipines later this month... hopefully the house doesn't get in too bad a shape.
I'm worried about Dawn's son Tyler, who's getting a little overly-aggressive in the way he talks to his family, and specifically the way he handles his little brother Dylan. It seems like he's changed overnight, that aggression he was holding suddenly became uncaged. It doesn't appear that Dawn saw this coming, and she's still reeling from the shock. I think Tyler needs some coping skills and more avenues for which to channel his anger -- his brother is NOT the place to start.
And laundry is once again getting to be a real un-fun chore. The new plastic PVC pipe trap in the floor is jammed as well, so we'll have to resort to the portable tub again. The landlord will say "I told you so", but fact is, when I placed a screen on the discharge pipe, it bubbled up through a trap and soaked the carpet anyway. Hopefully snaking the drain out doesn't become routine; one snake out can cost over $100 per visit according to an estimate. I was like "whoa! Snaking out should only cost $40..."
Uh, that was in the 1980s, Kev.
