It was all quiet through the house.. nothing was stirring, not even a mouse.
Until the 10.30pm witching hour came by – and all hell broke loose.
The night started off pretty quiet – had two fairly long fares last night after not working for nearly two weeks due to injuring my accelerator foot. So was thinking safety first and not wanting to put Uber earnings ahead of passenger safety and all that bullsh.. I mean, passenger safety.. fullstop.
Picked up Joshua and Charisa for two fairly long fares into the city in succession from Darra and Indooroopilly respectively but skipped/cancelled on Jeremy who was not only standing in the taxi rank outside the RE but also had a rating of 1.2*..
I’ll try and explain this in not too many words but drivers can only rate in whole stars so for Jeremy to have a 1.2* rating he/she/it could only have gotten that rating by having 5 trips.. which means four drivers have rated him a 1 and one driver has rated him a 2.. sorry Jeremy but you are a bad, bad Uber rider.. nobody is going to pick you up.
8.10pm Megan.. nice girl, talked about real estate.. Instead of turning left behind a gaggle of cars on Ann St/Brunswick St. opted to go through the lights and then turn left at Oh Hello/Marshall St to get to New Farm (from The Jubilee Hotel) Avoiding one, possibly two changes of lights there. Passenger appreciation noted.. 5 Star rating still intact for the night.
A lull from then until 10.11pm, was online the entire time parked at the Jindalee Park’n Ride but nothing.. played with bookFace, ate my dinner and twiddled my thumbs until the $35 incentive guarantee period started at 10pm (until 4am). Jamee, with two Es took me into Corinda and a leeettle bit closer to the city.
10.51pm Aidan, the Ai-rishman took me onto the nthside to Everton Pk/McDowall from Indooroopilly Pig & Whistle, regaling stories about Belfast from the early 2000s when we both lived there.. nice sharing a common love of that city and comedy of trying to remember the pubs we both used to frequent back then.. genuinely hilarious for me.. boring for anybody else..
1.01am and well and truly into the witching hour in Fortitude Valley – where normally placid folk turn into gremlins after having liquid poured into/on them.. I picked up Arlene and family – I’m guessing they were family because they were all half Pinoy.. They made a point of saying how lovely I was and the complete opposite of the Uber driver that brought them into Fortitude Valley the previous night. Her words not mine but she said he smelt like curry and talked on his mobile Bluetooth earpiece the entire time AND took them a longer route to her destination. My fare from FV to the same destination was $34 and the ex-taxi driver’s (obviously) fare was $42.
Us Uber drivers tend to not like this much since in a previous post I think I mentioned the fact that Brisbane has the highest average rated drivers in Australia and we’d kinda like to keep it that way.. Sooo, in order to get drivers like this kicked off the Uber platform it not only takes a 1 Star passenger rating but also a comment from them before Uber will look at their cases. Needless to say on a relatively long trip to Runcorn such as this, I got Arlene to put in a fare review for that last ride and not one, but two rider comments for that previous Uber. All I can do really, since I have faith in the rating system to weed these types of drivers out (we need to maintain an above 4.6* rating before we start having to “show cause”).
Needless to say I offered Starbursts, mints and Fantales.. bottled water, Spotify Premium to these lovely Pinoy folk. they weren’t jerks like their previous 1* Uber driver.. very respectful and could take a joke. still 5* average for the night.
Miranda – OK (passenger wasn’t the account holder, had a Maccas run mid-trip on the account holder’s money), James, he was cool, Michael, I’ve picked him up before.. on his birthday, he’s always nice.. Jessica, drunk, but lovely.. Dan, Lee and Sam.. Yep, stragglers, drug-effed, etc.. all in a days work.
Dan was the funniest one.. He asked me if I was coning on.. to which I replied “oh yeah.. I’ve had about 15 cones tonight, and a few pingers” jokingly but at the same time asserting that this is my car, my domain and drug and alcohol fuelled people don’t scare me.. later in the trip when he came down a bit off his high horse he levelled with me when I asked him if he was on more than just alcohol.. I said “OK, you’re on two downers – alcohol and weed.. when you get up in the morn grab yourself an upper like a Redbull or some other caffeine to level yourself out”. His reply, a bit x-rated but appealing to my dark sense of humour – “nah, I’ll just get on Tinder and bang some chick up the ass”. Not condoning that sort of language, misogny or profiling for that matter but it did make me laugh..
Still on a 5* average at the end of the night morning.. $248 Gross earnings.