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I’m Nothing But a Broke Cab Driver, Living in a Shoe Box
Take the shot, who cares what people think.
For some reason, the cab driver comment stung a bit more than the others. This one hit home, knocked the foundation out, if you will. I guess it has a lot more to do with me, than the person who said it.
It’s my insecurities that were woken on that one comment. It didn’t make me feel good. And when it was said by the same person again, sober, because they knew it would hurt me, well, mission accomplished.
I can candy coat it any way I like, but that’s exactly what I am. I drive Uber, which is nothing more than a glorified cab driver. People tell me there is nothing wrong with the job, you are providing a service people need. While that may be true, it doesn’t make me feel good.
I’ve carried a few job titles in my life, but how they made me feel was how much money I made. Sportsbetting has no real purpose. It’s not a service, and really isn’t a benefit to anyone other than giving a few jobs to those in casinos, or sportsbooks. But I was making money, and it was a bit taboo, so I liked that title more than an “Uber” driver.
There was many more comments this person said that made me almost appear to be an embarrassment to them. But I wasn’t in the free, and clear either.
