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I’m trying to understand the fascination people have with becoming an Uber driver. Do these people not understand that they are cab drivers, not that there’s anything wrong with that. When I was in elementary school I don’t remember anyone saying “when I grow up I want to drive a taxi”. Back then I didn’t think that people wanting to be a taxi driver who ever be a thing. The way I understand it driving for Uber you use your own car and work anytime you feel like it. That sounds good it’s sorta like being your own boss, setting the hours or minutes you want to work, driving your own car. I could see how that would be someone’s dream job. But what happens when You pick up some drunk who throws up all over your back seat or maybe on the back of your neck, just saying, I still don’t see how this would be a dream job. Today’s song, Hey Mr. Taxi, is an Osmond song about a bad experience with a taxi driver. In defense of the taxi driver, let’s say that your an Uber driver and your back seat is full of Osmonds, that may make you a little wacky.
You may ask me, Jeff if driving your own car with a bunch of drunk people in the back is not your dream job what is? I’m glad you asked because a do have a dream job. A job that only a few have, but it’s the greatest job ever! I’m sure most of you also have this job as a goal in life. This job is, of coarse, getting in shopping carts at Walmart! Could you even imagine how fun it would be pushing all those carts together {I guess people that shop at Walmart don’t know that the shopping go together} then after you get then you can take your special rope, that’s right you get to use your special rope, then you drag a bunch of them back into the store impressing all of the babes along the way. But that’s not the best part of my dream job at Walmart. At Walmart there is a machine where you attach shopping carts to, a whole bunch of shopping carts, then you stand in the front with a remote and then you can drive that long row of shopping carts, it’s just like you become a train engineer ( that was my first dream job). I don’t want it to make it sound like I’m making fun of the hard-working people of Walmart, wait a minute, come to think of it back in 1988 I was one of the hard-working people at Walmart. I worked at a Walmart distribution center, there wasn’t any shopping carts there just millions of shoes. What I’m about to tell you can only happen at Walmart. Back in 1988 I worked for a temporary agency at the Walmart distribution on Painter Road. I worked there a few weeks when the boss gave all us temps a job application. I took my application home and filled it out. The next day I went in for my interview , I sat down the interviewer took my application looked at it and said, and I’m not making this up, The interviewer said with a real puzzled look on his face, “You mean you typed your application why did you do that you typed it why did you do that, you typed it?” How exactly was I suppose to answer that? Yes I know it was just Walmart, then again it is Walmart I’m guessing that was the first application he saw that was typed and he just didn’t know how to take it. I guess if I really wanted the job I should had used a crayon. But what if I choose the wrong color? It might be that I’m the first person ever who didn’t get the job because he typed his application! Don’t forget to come back tomorrow and will have another story about another song.