I’m the Wife of an Uber Driver and I Have Stories
Some of his rides are straight out of the movies!
In a cliche straight from the silver screen, my husband, a career professional with two degrees and a blinding work history, is driving an Uber.
We knew something was wrong when his real job ended Christmas 2019 and he was still out of work a month later. He’s never had a career gap before.
Disasters and upheavals have been the name of the game for a while. I think we’re under a hex that can only be undone by taking an odyssey over the seven seas looking for giants, sorcerers and dragons to slay with swords sharpened on the skulls of demons.
So there we are at the end of January 2020 in dire straits, primary income gone and, along with the rest of the country, wondering what’s going on with that bat disease over in China.
“For real, you want to drive an Uber?!”
My husband is the type who sees solutions where others see problems. He looked to the zero-hours economy as a way to bypass the hurdle of job-openings and interviews and found driving a private hire vehicle to be the fastest, most stable route into a regular income.
“For real, you want to drive an Uber?!” All I could see were hussies, drunks…
