The Delivery Girl

While I honestly feel like a little bit of a loser when I think of the thought of telling people I deliver food for a living; I'm just not loser enough. Things can always change at any moment, and even though food delivery seriously isn't the most thrilling job, it is a mostly light load of a job that I enjoy doing the most. I really would rather be doing this than doing some of the other past jobs that I've done. If Uber and all the modern apps were somehow to go out of business, taxis have been in the business for a long time regardless......I was going to wait a whole week with my business consulting job before making up my mind, but on day 3; I decided that it was something that I just didn't want to do. I really would love to have some kind of title, but when I tried door to door for the first time, I knew it was something that I just wasn't going to be strong enough for. Had I not had a partner in training, I might not have made it through have of the day and gone mad and insane that I just want to go home. On my second and final day in training of going door to door; it was snowing. I didn't think too much of the weather at first and thought I could handle it. But besides of the snow and other cold days, I thought about how hot and sweaty it was going to be during the summer too. The job had real potential of making money and gaining a good title, but the weather and the hours just were not going to suit me. I had the other extremely unnecessary crackheaded arbitraged structurally socialed set back too. It wasn't that it was anything new; it was disappointing and will always be disappointing that people talk and act in their worst savage ways. The final finger point looked like it was at Bradly Cooper being to blame, and he is someone I couldn't be too surprised over of wanting to "murder," me. I must have done something that set him off. Either way, it wasn't cool at all, and of course it didn't literally kill me or me take an accepting mark off of someone's sick savagery. It upsets me that people think it is ok to be like that, but I'm an untouchable.....So, while a job wasn't what what I thought it would be, I'm back to square one with the delivery girl back up. I really make decent money off of it. I know there could be a list of other jobs that are a little more professional than delivery, but I'd still make more money doing the deliveries. It all depends on how busy the day is and how much time I put into it. I'm already envisioning the happy thoughts with just how much flexibility uber has to offer. I'm really excited about it. I can mostly control my own time and mostly have a guarantee able income. I've thought about getting into my crafting again too. I don't know how soon I'd be able to get into it. Some things have tripped me up some. April is always the next expensive month after December's Christmas with both Easter and Mitzi's birthday. I had a couple of other ridiculous expenses too. Her party was pricey but worth it. She's been upset and a little lonely over the move and I felt bad for her. Anyway, with crafting and ubering, I'm almost having my cake and eating it too. Unless I get out and make enough money as a crafter, I'm always going to feel threatened with the title issue in one way or another. It matters to make money and enjoy life; but having a better title and an even higher earning opportunity matters too. I'm not sure if I will have enough time for the summer crafts, but I should for the fall and winter. I've been envisioning the wine festivals and festivals that I've yet to explore. I love it. I love to plan; I love the days my crafting brings home some bacon. Mitzi and I just may have some vacation this year too. I'll have to budget and save well for it to happen. I really feel good about just sticking with uber for awhile until I have something else that is enough to spark my interest. Until then, I am the delivery girl. ...........and Mitzi is officially 6 years old today. 6 YEARS OLD!!!!!!!!!! :( ....... I wish she would have had another sibling closer to her age by now. She is growing up too fast. I wish I would have had a father for her too. Some serious pity for myself but I walk the same everyday life as I usually do. We still have things to look forward to regardless of the things we do or don't and will or won't ever have.