This morning I became disheartened by a conversation that occurred between myself and someone that I’ve known for a long time. He’s searching for work. So I mentioned that I’ve recently become glamorised by Uber. And I’m not just talking about the business idea regarding the selling of TIME versus TRANSPORTATION which is freaking brilliant and Gary Vaynerchuk speaks much about this and of how Uber put his Soviet immigrant millionaire car service friends out-of-business or severely devalued their businesses, but I am talking about THE DRIVERS!! I see them everywhere!! Not just in the fancy Volvos that resemble little grounded helicopters, but I’m talking about the guy driving through Pittsburgh in a Dodge RAM pick-up with an Uber sticker addressed to his front glass. He seemed like a cowboy Uber driver to me. Ha. I don’t know very much about how the business is set-up, but it seems to me that an Uber driver can work on his or her own schedule, when he or she pleases, for as long, or, for as little as he or she wants. I see Uber drivers as little business owners within a bigger frame. I might be wrong, but this is my interpretation. Uber drivers seem to be owning their own lives.
So I said to this man, “Hey! You are a divine driver. You like people. You like energy. You like crazy hours. You should look into driving for Uber.” Now maybe I used the wrong verbiage with, “You should,” as last night, the man that I mentioned in my last post, the one that I trust with everything, including my dog, said this,
“….will you even be awake to let me in?
You should leave your door unlocked.”
This was pertaining to last night’s This is Us Powerball party that we had arranged to begin at eleven o’clock. And his verbiage annoyed me because I felt like he was suggesting that I’m stupid enough to leave the door locked, preventing his entry in the case that I did fall asleep (which I did not, as I was Instagramming!)…
So I completely own that my approach might have been bad. I should have rephrased my suggestion with a question. “Have you considered driving for Uber?”
But instead, my “You should look into driving for Uber” caused an immediate snarky reply: “The average Uber driver makes $300 per week,” he said, obviously googling it quickly. I replied, “Are you average?” And the conversation went downhill from there, leading to this man stating, “When you make your first two million, then you can give me business advice.”
Why do we as humans rank intelligence, experience, passion, and thought on the associated attaching dollar amount? When I make my first two million, should I notify this person? “Hey! I’ve made my first two million. Have you considered driving for Uber?” Will that give me more credential?
This person offered some defense, such as, there are many jobs, but not jobs of quality. And this broke my heart even further. Because he was implying that certain jobs don’t carry the same weight of respect. Because you can do anything, in my opinion, and make bank. Even if you’re doing a 9 to 5 at McDonalds, you should be flipping stuff on eBay from the hours of 7am to 2am, if you WANT work. If you’re HUNGRY for food… for money… for anything. My grandfather made freaking BANK being a welder. An immigrant. Not speaking English. He worked his ass off. In the nasty cold on the river for years. AND he worked for the owner of the welding company as the house caretaker / handyman / what-have-you for YEARS. And he raised a family and lives comfortably in his older age. There is no shame in manual labour. There is no shame in working for someone. For being the help. Furthermore, there is no shame in being the CEO of Highmark. There must be a CEO who earns more dollar because if he does not, what is his incentive to lead the worker? And if the worker does not have something like a carrot after which to chase in terms of growing in a company or in their own pursuits, then what is the point to working? Who wants to go about this Earth not seeking THE BEST scenario and constant improvement for themselves? For their loved ones?
Ayn Rand put it best, “There is no such thing as a lousy job – only lousy men who don’t care to do it.”
In Ashtanga yoga, we end the practice with recitation of the Mangala Mantra. I think it needs to be written here for everyone to be inspired. It goes as follows:
Swasthi Prada Bhyah Pari Pala Yantam
Nya Yena Margena Mahi Mahishaha
Go Brahmanebhyaha Shubhamastu Nityam
Lokaa Samantha Sukhino Bhavanthu
Shantih Shantih Shantih
Let Prosperity be Glorified
Let Rulers (Administrators) rule the world with law and Justice
Let Divinity and Erudition be protected
Let people of the whole world Be happy and prosperous
Peace Peace Peace
And now I’ll share a happy yoga video with you.
Namaste. :) :) :)