On both those days, I put over $300 on the meter, which I had never done before. As I left the yard Friday after turning in my money and paperwork I was Jazzed that I broke the $300 level 2 days in a row. As I exited the yard and turned to the area the scooters and motorcycles park, I saw mine was gone. Someone stole it. I spoke to someone in security and was told it was not on company property so all I could do is call the police. When I called, I was told, since it is not a registered vehicle, all I can do is go to the police station and file a report. I said I do not have transportation and they would probably never find it so why bother. My positive thought was, at least I had money in the bank available to purchase another scooter.
I then saw a friend coming off work. I asked him if he would give me a ride home and the next day give me a ride to North Las Vegas to buy another scooter. He agreed to assist me but I he gets off at 2pm. I told him I would just come in early so not to inconvenience him.
The next day another friend drove me in at 3am even though my shift on Saturdays starts at 5:30am. At 3:10am, the coordinator asked me if I wanted to work the 3:30 shift, because someone called in sick. This way I would only have to lose one hour of work. Not only did I get to start early, the car I took over was brand new and only 7,000 miles. At 2pm I came in and my friend drove me to get the new scooter.
One Sunday, I scooted to work and locked it up in a less convenient location, but more secure and within the site of the security. I then went on my shift. On Sunday I do not have a full unrestricted taxi as I had on my two days off, but a geographically restricted which means I cannot pick up customers on the Strip, Downtown or at the airport. Well, even with my restriction I broke $300 a third time at $300.50 but the amazing thing is I made $152.50 in Tips. I looked up and solemnly gave my thanks.
For the people that know me, or read my site might wonder why I gave up the “easy life” in the Philippines to be just a taxi driver in Las Vegas. A taxi driver’s income is based on commissions from the fares and the generosity of the customers. Well, my life in the Philippines was a precarious life. We lived on the small amount I received from an Annuity and the support from Elena’s nephew. He promised to always support us, but as we know, promises can be broken. A month before I left, he had reduced the amount he was sending us.
Well, my life in Las Vegas is not so bad. I have worked hard learning the city, the locations and how to converse with my customers. I am friendly, helpful and do not cheat. There are drivers known to “Long Haul” their customers. This is driving a less than direct route and causing the fare to be twice to three times the normal cost. I will not do that.
Every morning I stag at a local “Gentleman’s” club. They put out for the drivers coffee, bottled water and packaged cookies. I take about eight bottles and have them to offer it to my customers at no charge. I also tell them I cannot afford to be the “Cash Cab” but try to be the Fun Cab.
With my friendly attitude and sincerity, I have been doing well in tips and fares. I am making enough to cover my bills, send some to Elena and even save and watch my bank account grow. I am working 6 or 7 days a week, but I actually enjoy working. I have met and made friends with many of the drivers, most of which are Filipinos. I also get to talk and learn from the many customers I have had from many countries in the world.
I apologize again of the lack of new articles, but it is hard to write coherently when you are working 12 hours a day and not getting enough sleep. I appreciate the older readers who continue to follow my life and for the new readers who have found my site and enjoy me writings.