Category Archives: Observation

Addiction

Living for 40 some odd years, I lived somewhat of a sheltered existence. Never knew what an addict was and how society looks down on them. Why? I realize that people have the moral tendancies of no acknowleding that stigmatism.

Addiction is something we all have in one way or another. Drugs, alcohol, sex and many other vices. But the main thing is drugs… Heroin, crack and crystal meth are in today’s society. People try to hide tthis shit but nonetheless, it will always come to surface.

Doing this service in Fall River, I talk to these people who painstakingly go to these clinics religiously to help them get better and try to overcome that glass ceiling and literally touch the sun.

NEVER, LET ANYONE SAY YOU ARE NOT HUMANF YOU ARE AN ADDICT. A REAL HUMAN ADMITS FAULT AND IS WILLING TO GO BEYOND HUMAN LIMITATIONS TO BETTER THEMSELVES….


Spoiled

The GATRA clients that I deal with are so freaking demanding. I somehow have to kiss their asses. If I don’t, they can call and tell them I cannot ride them. This is totally bullshit. These are people that are getting free rides to the Methadone clinic, dialysis centers and medical appointments. They get a little greedy! It is so wrong!

One client I used to pick up, one day demaded that I drive fast to her fat ass to her clinic and get her an iced coffee. I didn’t drive fast or get her an iced coffee. It isn’t in my mandate to do. She got mad, so she calls up the boss and tells her that I was speeding. Which was totally bullshit. Unfortunately, the owner who doesn’t back up her drivers believes the client. Now that is a load of bullshit. I hate to say this about this woman, she has no sense of honor to her employees, but to the allmighty dollar.

But the really screwed up thing is the company that gives us the work really wants to strip the company of all the work. So she is kissing the clients ass. Totally, wrong. Without the GATRA, this company could go under. Maybe, they need to loose everything and start over again. But nonetheless, GATRA clients have carte blanc to do anything they want.


She never knew…

I just love it when I tell a woman what I do for a living. And there she goes, off like a prom dress. Yes, I am a taxi driver. I am damn fucking proud of what I do for a living. I have met many fine people in this line of work. I don’t consider them passengers but actual new friends that I will be sharing more than just a ride but life experiences.

To the ladies, I meet in a bar or a club that walk away from me. You just lost a decent guy who is more than what he is….


Things never change they just get worse and worse…

In all the years of being a driver, last night, this one dispatcher/driver fucked me over royally. He has his little pets or as I call them ‘bitches’. When my number came up for a decent fare, he would give it to me and then take it away from me at the last second. Really unfair! I didn’t make that great of money last night. But when he ‘barked at me to get another driver, I told him no and to send someone else. I am not here to fetch someone who doesn’t appreciate what I do. I actually told the supervisor of what happend last night and he was amazed that I told him ahead of time that he was going to pull this shit. Well this guy was warned if he does it again tonight with me, there will be problems for him.

The owner who knew this was happening, hasn’t made an attempt to rectify this situation, I am dealing with this on my own and she is supposed be watching the drivers back and notice any discrepencies in the day to day operations. But she isn’t.


Old girlfriend

I REMEMBER ONE OF MY EARLIEST GIRLFRIENDS FROM BACK IN HIGH SCHOOL. SHE WASN’T THE PRETTIEST ONES BUT SHE WAS LIKE ME A SMART PERSON. I BUMPED INTO HER ABOUT 8 YEARS AGO WORKING AT HER PARENTS BUSINESS. THEN I JUST MOVED ON WITH MY LIFE. I CAME ALONG TO GOOGL-ING HER NAME AND FOUND HER PHONE NUMBER. SO I CALLED HER JUST TO SAY HELLO. BOY SHE WAS RUDE AND HUNG UP ON ME. OH WELL, THE PAST IS WHAT IT IS. OVER….


MONTH SEVEN IN FALL RIVER MASS

Well it’s been actually seven months since I started working at the company. OMFG, this place is so over dramatic. That it needs a in-house therapist.

The owner, who I do have the utmost respect for. Just doesn’t really understand the industry itself. Even though her soon to be ex-husband handled all the day to day operation. She just really didn’t get her feet actually wet. She says she has an open door policy. Not really at all. I wanted to talk to her regarding something that happend. But she blew me off. Talk about her ‘open door’ policy. Her door is locked and no one can go in and see her about stuff. Great management skills.

Drivers. The drivers are somewhat… I mean bitches… They bitch about the smallest things. OMFG, they are grown men and women that worry about things that are so juvenile. We got people who have problems like a driver whose wife left him after 17 years of marriage. Gee, I wonder why? The guy is a drug addict. Then we have a guy who drinks little nips of whiskey in the taxicab. (Liner note: this guy was finally terminated after the owner smelled whiskey on his breath). Then all the drivers feel like they are getting ‘fucked’ over. Well they are getting fucked over due to the fact they are not doing their jobs and I am cleaning up. I come to work prepared and ready to work. The owner respects me for my Protestant Work Ethic.  Then there is the “Walrus”. A old trucker and member of the Teamsters. Who complains about everyone — especially me. I just keep to myself and do my job. Period… He spread this rumour that me and this female driver were messing around in the back of her taxicab one night. Total lie. First she was in a 11 year relationship with 2 little ones. And second, we were actually talking in her cab one night due to it was raining and she was worried about stuff. I just calmed her down and talked to her as a normal person. The Walrus, was fired due to his constant verbal diaherria. That was maybe about 2 months ago. He begged for his job back. The owner gave him his job back. That was a stupid mistake. Now that he is back and now working as driver and a dispatcher, all of our lives are a living hell. The owner unfortunately has her hands tied, due to the fact that 4 dispatchers have quit or got fired. So in a way she is scraping the bottom of the barrel. The Walrus has his favorite driver that he give primo jobs to. But not anymore. He might be getting his walking papers.

Then the dispatchers, they are a real piece of work. We got the one I call Laverne. She was the one I started working with when I joined the operation back in September. She and I had a mutual respect for each other. I always knew that she would be getting tired. By the time 10pm would roll around her voice would sound like Penny Marshall’s classic character Laverne DeFazio from Laverne & Shirley. Even though she was there for almost 2 years, she had the tendancy of forgetting where drivers were clearing and crisscross them. It was okay at first. But I pulled her aside and helped her get better in the logistical part of this job. About a month ago, she was sick and then never came back. No one has seen her.  Then there is the Chunky Cheerleader. Nice as pie, but ignorant as hell. She thinks she is all so fab. No one is perfect. Especially her. Drivers can’t take her seriously, due to her whiny, cheerleader like voice that is like nails on a chalkboard. One night a customer asked me, how old the dispatcher was I said about mid 30s. The customer though she was 12. Now that is funny as shit. But her level of ignorance is a bit too much these days. We got a new hire and she is just treating him with such disregard and disrespect at every turn. You can’t do that. Then last night she tried to pull that with me. But I called her on the phone and put her in her place without costing me to go home.

She has to remember, it’s the money that we generate that pays her wages. So she should be really kissing our asses instead of busting our chops for such stupid ass crap.

Seven months, problems galore. More bullshit. I just try to stay under the radar and do my job. End of Story…