So, for the past couple of years I had been thinking of getting myself to be an Uber driver (or perhaps should have been Grab, but still stuck with Uber anyway) thinking how life would be like if I were to have a car to chauffeur people around. Well, for the first time I decided to take the plunge - 2 weeks off, no holidays, no rests, just... Uber.
To start off, getting yourself and your car registered is no simple process. Document after document, have to make sure everything is correct before you set off. Took me quite a number of trips to the car rental company and the Uber office (even at the expense of my off days, my work hours) just to get it sorted out. Sigh. Oh and not to mention the amount of money forked out just to start (car rental, deposit, season parking, cashcard).
Finally, 1st April I started driving (not April Fools, mind you). Still remembered the 1st customer was from Kaki Bukit to Junction 8. My leg cramped from too much pedaling (accel & brake). And the passenger paid by cash; he whipped out a $50 note expecting change. Gosh lucky I had JUST NICE for change... And I am out of small notes and coins. Die. Wonder what would happen when the next customer decided to pay cash as well.. worse still, with large notes.
Had driven a lot of passengers around for the 1st week. People from all walks of life. People taking Uber for different purposes. Some good, some neutral, some blur cock, some bad, some ugly. Well that's life isn't it, take it in stride, I thought. Burned long hours just to clock that required number of trips, spending thousands of km on the road, getting horned by cutting lanes, stopping in the middle of nowhere just to get to the passenger who flagged me down at the opposite end of the road..
Here's a few types of customers that I faced worth mentioning on the list:
- Those that placed their pickup location at point 1, and ask you to go to point 2.
- Those that dont even know where they placed their pickup / dropoff location
- Those that use my car to run errand (Pick-up someone along the way, drop off along the way, use my car to go across the street pick up a child then drive back)
- Those that "had a party" in my car
- Those that think I am a taxi driver and expect me to know all roads in SG
- Those that asked me about Uber
- Drunkards (lucky for me I picked up good drunks)
- Shoppers (with handful of bags)
- Travellers (with truckloads of luggage)
- Families (with crying kids)
- Those trying to squeeze in the 5th person in the car
- SMELLY (from sweat) passengers
- Ah bengs who try to chaokeng from NS by going to A&E
- Ah bengs boasting about their knowledge & experience in the pub
- People of all ages calling me "Uncle" =.=
I also happily listened to their stories, had a little chat with some of them just to keep me awake. It's heartening to see myself interacting with people from different walks of life.
But all that for money? Nah. My conclusion: not meant to be driven as a FT. You gonna suffer with all that stress and poor business. Pings come like at the most awkward timings, at very scarce frequency. Be happy that you earn about $10-$20 an hour on trips. Only drive Uber when you had a car of your own; the fare is just nice enough to cover your petrol costs.
2 weeks down. 2 more weekends to go. And the car is gone. There's only 1 take back I have; this would be the 1st and the last time I'm driving Uber..
Last month probably was the worst month of my life.
Why am I so timid? If only I had requested to sit down with the team to discuss about the plan. If only I had ensured that the interviewers commit at least 5 times a day. If only I had enforced my rules on them. But it all didn't happen. All because I "don't dare".
And all the if-onlys couldn't have come at a worse time than ever. That surge of emotions really.. could not describe in words. Cried on a lot of nights, nightmares on incomplete work being submitted and feedback given..
I had spent 24 days and nights straight working on, and worrying about the project. Stretched all the way until 3 March. At some point of time I began to doubt my usefulness in the team. Given my character, I would potentially inflict more damage on the projects than I could think of. Would they find out this about me? If so, what would be their action taken? I thought.
I only had 1 word to describe that month - tormented. I felt being torn apart, by clients, by the team, by my wife.
I wonder if anyone would even forgive me for what I had done. If not, I'm prepared.. no choice.
Finally, the end is near. The load of dont know how many surveys was finally lifted off the department grounds. So is my heart.
I have now some time (finally) to take a short break, before the weight of the next project starts to press upon my shoulders..
Aaaaand. I am past my another milestone in life - marriage.
This seems very much out of the game "Game of Life". You really felt that you're walking the path of life. You feel yourself growing older and older each period, hitting "wow-ed" checkpoints yet there's always that slight urge to want to go back to those days, and then you realise you can't anymore.
Anyways, yea... it was a pretty hectic year for me. Looking back, I probably did much more than what I did last year. That felt encouraging; but at the same time more pressured to make sure more happens for me the following year, and beyond.
Now I could say I am getting used to work. Being termed as a laojiao I hope I have enough knowledge to pass on to my fellow colleagues, able to set a good example, and have enough courage to lead the rest of thy ladies as a mentor (but not in appointment wise). Yea pressure builds up.
I'm also feeling the need to step up my game and take control of my work scope. It's no longer a luxury to be following behind someone's footsteps and/or instructions. I need to make my logic more sound and better heard by the rest. After all, everyone has their own style of doing things, so why am I killing myself trying to adopt other people's methods? No wrong doing it my way so long as guidelines are met, quality assured, and no hell break loose, yea?
Married life is a total game-changer. Mentality changes. More We-time, No me-time. Well the only me-time I will have is when dear works night shift so hahah. But anyway, though dear said it wasn't that great a challenge she expected about moving in, the change in lifestyle, use of appliances, houserules, etc. definitely took a toll on her mind and body. Later nights and earlier mornings, restricted timings for chores, all robbed her of her rest, so sad :(
What about me? Simple. when she's down, I'm affected. Well that's what husbands do isn't it.
Closing this year. Hope I have no regrets packing my schedules like never before, steepening my learning curve, squeezing in more knowledge within myself. Prep myself for a better 2017. Hopefully finances improve, that's my main relief. Oh, and I'm definitely going to make that
Tired. Back to sleep. Nights. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.