Too smart to drive an Uber or too smart to run Uber?
This book is a testament to the fact that you can enjoy a book, even if you know nothing about the subject and have nothing in common with the author. I've never used a ride-share service in my life. I've always lived places where the paucity of public transportation made owning (and using) a car the only viable option. And not being a drinking woman, I've never needed anyone to drive me home because I was too drunk to find the steering wheel.
This book was offered for free and I nabbed it, expecting some funny stories about crazy passengers. I was surprised at the depth of the author's perspectives on his life and on life in general. This is a man who's not content to cruise (or speed, more likely) through life, but wants to figure it all out, even the most mundane of matters like how we get from Point A to Point B. In seven decades, I've gotten from a lot of Point A's to a lot of Point B's, but never in an Uber.
So the author's description of the Uber phenomenon (and I'm old enough that it still seems like a new concept) was all fresh to me and I found it fascinating, if somewhat disturbing and depressing. Uber is now used as a generic term, although there are other companies providing the same service. In fact, the author started out driving for Lyft, which he claims is a superior company in terms of management, customer service, and employee benefits. However, he needed the wages of a full-time job and Lyft simply didn't supply the numbers for him. Uber was the first ride-share company and others are having trouble breaking into the market. So the author started driving for both companies.
I was surprised at his claim that Uber's technology is sub-par, causing problems for both drivers and clients. His impression is that the company is poorly (meaning inefficiently) run, which I'm well able to believe. Anyone who's worked at all is likely to have had the same experience. And, sadly, sometimes the companies that are run the worst are the most profitable. I can't explain it. Dumb luck? Ruthlessness? A combination of the two? The owners and CEOs of profitable companies are worshiped as demi-gods. In many cases, they should be banished to the modern equivalent of the mail room.
But the most interesting part of the book is the author - a complex man in a complex world. He's a pot-head, nerve-ridden. Ambitious and business-savvy, but contemptuous/frightened of the traditional three-piece suit business world. He suffers from insomnia, anxiety, clinical depression, and something that sounds like a sensory disorder. He medicates with heavy pot use.
He loves luxury cars, speed, martial arts, and pure mathematics. He hates cops, cyclists, meter enforcers, and people who barf in his car. He's very, very bright and frustrated that most people (including people in positions of authority) are of only average intelligence, if that. He's painfully polite, but socially isolated. He resents his passengers asking the same questions over and over again, but he's even more resentful if they fail to talk to him, include him in their conversations, or call him by his name. In other words, he's very young.
When he starting as a ride-share driver, he was bussing tables. Before that, he was a bartender, but he was drinking too much of the stock to make that a viable career option. He's bright enough to realize that being a "contract worker" is short-hand for "low-level employee with no benefits and no job security." But the "gig economy" flourishes because of people like him who want an income without the restrictions of a 9 to 5 job. In his case, he's a wanna-be script writer and (so far) a conspicuously unsuccessful one. But he's not looking to move into the boring world of grown-ups. He just wants to find some cool way to make a lot of money.
Not surprisingly, some of his opinions raise the eye-brows of an older person. He rails against "terrible drivers", but brags about speeding while weaving in and out of traffic. He casually accepts "green tips" (of pot) from customers, but draws the line at driving someone who's engaged in something "seriously illegal" like heroin. He prefers to drive sober, intelligent people, but wants the extra money he earns during busy times, so he drives late at night when (guess what?) obnoxious drunks are running rampant. [Did you know that a ride after a concert or big game or holiday or at bar-closing time will cost you up to SEVEN TIMES the regular Uber rate? Think Lyft!]
So it's a book that can be read on several levels. There ARE good stories about passengers - pleasant, unpleasant, and off-the-wall strange. And it's interesting to me that all of this strangeness is taking place in that model of white-bread, middle-western normality - Minnesota. If a ride-share driver runs into this much madness in the Twin Cities area, what must life be like for those who drive in L.A. or Chicago or New York City? The mind boggles.
I'm glad I read this book. It was both entertaining and educational. I may never ride in an Uber, but I now know more about the industry than 99% of the people who do. I feel good.