I’m so nervous that I am sick to my stomach. I barely slept last night. That’s just how much like rubbish I feel. I am headed in to my four hour shift at OPS and then it will be time to start my Uber adventures. If I am to be honest, I’m completely unprepared to be doing this. I do not even have a dash cam. I just hope I can make it through this first week and make a profit. That would be ideal. I don’t know if it will be possible but I will sure try.
I probably need to eat something to settle my stomach but I don’t know if I can. When I was younger, I could honestly handle change a lot better. Nowadays, not so much. This is appreciably hard. I’m tired and all torqued up at the same time. It’s a very uncomfortable feeling. Maybe I will feel better once I get started and I get a few rides accomplished under my belt.
I have to remember to be polite and not make unwanted conversation. As someone who is autistic, I suck at “reading the room.” If the rider wants to make conversation, I am happy to do so, I just probably will not initiate it. As much as I tell myself ratings don’t matter, they kind of do. They have an effect on earnings and trip preference. That’s another reason why I am nervous. I just know that it’s going to take several trips before I feel comfortable and get into a rhythm.
What makes this especially hard is that I will be effectively working 2 almost full time jobs to make ends meet. I hope that Denisse will not have too much trouble finding work after school gets done in 2 months or so. By then, I won’t have much gas left in the tank. I just hope that this is a folly and that I didn’t fall for it.