The works both continue to go well. In the day job we have been busy closing things up for the year and planning for Q1. We are helping a women who just retired for Homeland Security with an NSF grant to develop s simplified survey small business owners can use to assess cybersecurity risk. The grant has little chance but it is fun to work on and prepare for anyway.
The woman herself is quite interesting, ex-DHS, ex-DIA. She is like one of those really fit grandmothers, then one that jogs every day and does stuff to keep busy. Were life like a network TV spy show she would be ordering assassinations of petty dictators and pesky hippies whilst chairing the neighborhood tulip club.
I hit my $300 goal for Uber earnings for the month last night. It took about 20 hours of work to get there but I also was able to download and analyze quite a bit of data to maximize the income next month. Essentially, only work saturday nights, start off in Georgetown (very dense, wealthy, young, and with limited access to public transit while being separated from the rest of city enough to make walking difficult). From there, follow the calls. I found myself bouncing back and forth between the same 4-5 neighborhoods. Since you get a minimum for the pick up, then a per mile fee and a tiny per minute fee you want either >1 mile trips or 4-7 milers. Past that or in the little valley between 1-4 you tend to not make as much . But you can't tell where you are going until you make the pick up. The advantage is most DCers don't know the streets anyway, so you can use Waze to game it a bit and take the longer route around the worst traffic. Frankly, it is just best to get as many butts in your car as possible each hour.
You want to avoid stopping at all, so you should have everything in the car you need. Guys, this means a plastic bottle with a wide mouth. Parking is tough to find in busy areas and easy to get to bathrooms are even tougher to find. I have no idea how women handle this.
The stories from this gig aren't as fun as those from the bar, but you meet interesting people. The passenger chooses if they want to engage and most do at least a little. I have had the curator of the Griffith Observatory, she was in town for a talk at the Dept of Agriculture, mostly to a bunch of soil scientists. I shared that I made the mistake of calling soil by the name dirt in from of some of those guys once and they were not happy. It turns out she had done the same thing during her speech, and dropped a dirt joke that bombed.
Most of the rest of the time I don't get to talk to people at that extent, so what you get is a window view of their life at that moment.
-The Air Force Pilot taking the beautiful Air Force doctor out for night a holiday bar hopping in Old Town Alexandria. His self-deprecating humor had me on his side, she was ex-law enforcement, smart, and stunning. All I could think was those genetics would make the perfect kids.
-Two mid-twenties young women who wanted to go from Bethesda all the way to a nail bar in Ad-Mo. At rush hour. 50 minutes of listening to them complain about the poor service in the Bahamas, how much their men complained about the cost of things they wanted, the perfect dog breed, and how to groom a husband. Real Women of DC, here is your cast demographic.
*a nail bar is just what the name implies, have a glass of wine while having your nails done. I have no idea how you avoid fucking up the new nails but I assume it involves a very long straw.
- The two young guys out for a DC Improv night to see this guy. One gets a very angry call from his girlfriend. I heard her yelling about pornhub and him contritely deflecting her inquires.
-The guy meeting his NBC producer wife at the Naval Observatory for a christmas party with Joe Biden.
-A lovely school teacher on her way to the Kennedy Center to see a concert starring The Washington Chorus. A member of the Chorus herself, she was unable to meet the schedule for this performance and so was just going to enjoy it while dishing some of the backstage gossip she had heard about the lead singer on the way there.