Gizza Job
#121
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California Assembly Bill 5 (AB 5), which aims to treat gig workers such as Uber drivers as employees, has been passed. A statement from Pulaski (no relation I assume):
Opinions among drivers in the food delivery reddit that I follow are divided, with many drivers saying they prefer to be their "own boss". Anyway, it looks like changes for Uber etc, in CA at least.
California Labor Union chief officer Art Pulaski wrote in a Wednesday blog post. "AB 5 is a powerful counter to the corporate greed and rampant exploitation that's driving inequality across our state in emerging and traditional industries, alike."
#122
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Following the work environment du jour, I am trying to piece together an income from multiple part-time jobs, two of which are courier for food delivery companies. Yesterday lunchtime I received an offer to deliver a food order which was small but close to where I live, so I accepted the order and set off to the local Mexican market/eatery to pick up 6 Tacos. The delivery address was along the lines of 5320 E. Extent St, #109. I know from experience that an adress like this will be a large apartment complex. These addresses are difficult to locate as there are usually multiple unnumbered buildings, and when I finally locate the building the apartment is invariably the furthest away.
I park the car at the approximate location, this is the first time I have been to this particular complex, and it is as squalid as they come. Some of the windows are a patchwork of boarding-up materials. I am not too worried about being bitten by dogs here, because the dogs at these sort of places are too weak with hunger to attack. I am standing visually scanning the buildings looking for numbers in the midday glare, when a door opens and a slim bloke emerges to declare that he will meet me half-way to save me walking the distance. This in itself is unusual, as most of my customers are either too fat to walk anywhere, or too frightened to open their own front door. I hand over the Tacos and am walking back to the car with the empty food courier bag, when it dawns on me I have just been addressed by a plummy Oxbridge accent. It has been so long since I heard an accent like this, it did not sink in until afterwards. Now I am intrigued: what is this guy's story? Or even have I just been conned by this British guy who spotted me standing there with the red food delivery bag, and pretended to be the customer to get some free food before I had a chance to verify the correct address?
I park the car at the approximate location, this is the first time I have been to this particular complex, and it is as squalid as they come. Some of the windows are a patchwork of boarding-up materials. I am not too worried about being bitten by dogs here, because the dogs at these sort of places are too weak with hunger to attack. I am standing visually scanning the buildings looking for numbers in the midday glare, when a door opens and a slim bloke emerges to declare that he will meet me half-way to save me walking the distance. This in itself is unusual, as most of my customers are either too fat to walk anywhere, or too frightened to open their own front door. I hand over the Tacos and am walking back to the car with the empty food courier bag, when it dawns on me I have just been addressed by a plummy Oxbridge accent. It has been so long since I heard an accent like this, it did not sink in until afterwards. Now I am intrigued: what is this guy's story? Or even have I just been conned by this British guy who spotted me standing there with the red food delivery bag, and pretended to be the customer to get some free food before I had a chance to verify the correct address?
#123
Re: Gizza Job
Following the work environment du jour, I am trying to piece together an income from multiple part-time jobs, two of which are courier for food delivery companies. Yesterday lunchtime I received an offer to deliver a food order which was small but close to where I live, so I accepted the order and set off to the local Mexican market/eatery to pick up 6 Tacos. The delivery address was along the lines of 5320 E. Extent St, #109. I know from experience that an adress like this will be a large apartment complex. These addresses are difficult to locate as there are usually multiple unnumbered buildings, and when I finally locate the building the apartment is invariably the furthest away.
I park the car at the approximate location, this is the first time I have been to this particular complex, and it is as squalid as they come. Some of the windows are a patchwork of boarding-up materials. I am not too worried about being bitten by dogs here, because the dogs at these sort of places are too weak with hunger to attack. I am standing visually scanning the buildings looking for numbers in the midday glare, when a door opens and a slim bloke emerges to declare that he will meet me half-way to save me walking the distance. This in itself is unusual, as most of my customers are either too fat to walk anywhere, or too frightened to open their own front door. I hand over the Tacos and am walking back to the car with the empty food courier bag, when it dawns on me I have just been addressed by a plummy Oxbridge accent. It has been so long since I heard an accent like this, it did not sink in until afterwards. Now I am intrigued: what is this guy's story? Or even have I just been conned by this British guy who spotted me standing there with the red food delivery bag, and pretended to be the customer to get some free food before I had a chance to verify the correct address?
I park the car at the approximate location, this is the first time I have been to this particular complex, and it is as squalid as they come. Some of the windows are a patchwork of boarding-up materials. I am not too worried about being bitten by dogs here, because the dogs at these sort of places are too weak with hunger to attack. I am standing visually scanning the buildings looking for numbers in the midday glare, when a door opens and a slim bloke emerges to declare that he will meet me half-way to save me walking the distance. This in itself is unusual, as most of my customers are either too fat to walk anywhere, or too frightened to open their own front door. I hand over the Tacos and am walking back to the car with the empty food courier bag, when it dawns on me I have just been addressed by a plummy Oxbridge accent. It has been so long since I heard an accent like this, it did not sink in until afterwards. Now I am intrigued: what is this guy's story? Or even have I just been conned by this British guy who spotted me standing there with the red food delivery bag, and pretended to be the customer to get some free food before I had a chance to verify the correct address?
#124
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Re: Gizza Job
We don't have Uber yet or Lyft or such, possibly soon though, but the government has made it a pain with requiring a commercial class 4 and other hurdles that not easy to just do in spare time.....
Considering doing one of the food apps though for a few hours during evening peak times to see if it can bring in a bit of money.
Considering doing one of the food apps though for a few hours during evening peak times to see if it can bring in a bit of money.
#125
Re: Gizza Job
Following the work environment du jour, I am trying to piece together an income from multiple part-time jobs, two of which are courier for food delivery companies. Yesterday lunchtime I received an offer to deliver a food order which was small but close to where I live, so I accepted the order and set off to the local Mexican market/eatery to pick up 6 Tacos. The delivery address was along the lines of 5320 E. Extent St, #109. I know from experience that an adress like this will be a large apartment complex. These addresses are difficult to locate as there are usually multiple unnumbered buildings, and when I finally locate the building the apartment is invariably the furthest away.
I park the car at the approximate location, this is the first time I have been to this particular complex, and it is as squalid as they come. Some of the windows are a patchwork of boarding-up materials. I am not too worried about being bitten by dogs here, because the dogs at these sort of places are too weak with hunger to attack. I am standing visually scanning the buildings looking for numbers in the midday glare, when a door opens and a slim bloke emerges to declare that he will meet me half-way to save me walking the distance. This in itself is unusual, as most of my customers are either too fat to walk anywhere, or too frightened to open their own front door. I hand over the Tacos and am walking back to the car with the empty food courier bag, when it dawns on me I have just been addressed by a plummy Oxbridge accent. It has been so long since I heard an accent like this, it did not sink in until afterwards. Now I am intrigued: what is this guy's story? Or even have I just been conned by this British guy who spotted me standing there with the red food delivery bag, and pretended to be the customer to get some free food before I had a chance to verify the correct address?
I park the car at the approximate location, this is the first time I have been to this particular complex, and it is as squalid as they come. Some of the windows are a patchwork of boarding-up materials. I am not too worried about being bitten by dogs here, because the dogs at these sort of places are too weak with hunger to attack. I am standing visually scanning the buildings looking for numbers in the midday glare, when a door opens and a slim bloke emerges to declare that he will meet me half-way to save me walking the distance. This in itself is unusual, as most of my customers are either too fat to walk anywhere, or too frightened to open their own front door. I hand over the Tacos and am walking back to the car with the empty food courier bag, when it dawns on me I have just been addressed by a plummy Oxbridge accent. It has been so long since I heard an accent like this, it did not sink in until afterwards. Now I am intrigued: what is this guy's story? Or even have I just been conned by this British guy who spotted me standing there with the red food delivery bag, and pretended to be the customer to get some free food before I had a chance to verify the correct address?
#127
Re: Gizza Job
Following the work environment du jour, I am trying to piece together an income from multiple part-time jobs, two of which are courier for food delivery companies. Yesterday lunchtime I received an offer to deliver a food order which was small but close to where I live, so I accepted the order and set off to the local Mexican market/eatery to pick up 6 Tacos. The delivery address was along the lines of 5320 E. Extent St, #109. I know from experience that an adress like this will be a large apartment complex. These addresses are difficult to locate as there are usually multiple unnumbered buildings, and when I finally locate the building the apartment is invariably the furthest away.
I park the car at the approximate location, this is the first time I have been to this particular complex, and it is as squalid as they come. Some of the windows are a patchwork of boarding-up materials. I am not too worried about being bitten by dogs here, because the dogs at these sort of places are too weak with hunger to attack. I am standing visually scanning the buildings looking for numbers in the midday glare, when a door opens and a slim bloke emerges to declare that he will meet me half-way to save me walking the distance. This in itself is unusual, as most of my customers are either too fat to walk anywhere, or too frightened to open their own front door. I hand over the Tacos and am walking back to the car with the empty food courier bag, when it dawns on me I have just been addressed by a plummy Oxbridge accent. It has been so long since I heard an accent like this, it did not sink in until afterwards. Now I am intrigued: what is this guy's story? Or even have I just been conned by this British guy who spotted me standing there with the red food delivery bag, and pretended to be the customer to get some free food before I had a chance to verify the correct address?
I park the car at the approximate location, this is the first time I have been to this particular complex, and it is as squalid as they come. Some of the windows are a patchwork of boarding-up materials. I am not too worried about being bitten by dogs here, because the dogs at these sort of places are too weak with hunger to attack. I am standing visually scanning the buildings looking for numbers in the midday glare, when a door opens and a slim bloke emerges to declare that he will meet me half-way to save me walking the distance. This in itself is unusual, as most of my customers are either too fat to walk anywhere, or too frightened to open their own front door. I hand over the Tacos and am walking back to the car with the empty food courier bag, when it dawns on me I have just been addressed by a plummy Oxbridge accent. It has been so long since I heard an accent like this, it did not sink in until afterwards. Now I am intrigued: what is this guy's story? Or even have I just been conned by this British guy who spotted me standing there with the red food delivery bag, and pretended to be the customer to get some free food before I had a chance to verify the correct address?
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#133
Re: Gizza Job
Following the work environment du jour, I am trying to piece together an income from multiple part-time jobs, two of which are courier for food delivery companies. Yesterday lunchtime I received an offer to deliver a food order which was small but close to where I live, so I accepted the order and set off to the local Mexican market/eatery to pick up 6 Tacos. The delivery address was along the lines of 5320 E. Extent St, #109. I know from experience that an adress like this will be a large apartment complex. These addresses are difficult to locate as there are usually multiple unnumbered buildings, and when I finally locate the building the apartment is invariably the furthest away.
I park the car at the approximate location, this is the first time I have been to this particular complex, and it is as squalid as they come. Some of the windows are a patchwork of boarding-up materials. I am not too worried about being bitten by dogs here, because the dogs at these sort of places are too weak with hunger to attack. I am standing visually scanning the buildings looking for numbers in the midday glare, when a door opens and a slim bloke emerges to declare that he will meet me half-way to save me walking the distance. This in itself is unusual, as most of my customers are either too fat to walk anywhere, or too frightened to open their own front door. I hand over the Tacos and am walking back to the car with the empty food courier bag, when it dawns on me I have just been addressed by a plummy Oxbridge accent. It has been so long since I heard an accent like this, it did not sink in until afterwards. Now I am intrigued: what is this guy's story? Or even have I just been conned by this British guy who spotted me standing there with the red food delivery bag, and pretended to be the customer to get some free food before I had a chance to verify the correct address?
I park the car at the approximate location, this is the first time I have been to this particular complex, and it is as squalid as they come. Some of the windows are a patchwork of boarding-up materials. I am not too worried about being bitten by dogs here, because the dogs at these sort of places are too weak with hunger to attack. I am standing visually scanning the buildings looking for numbers in the midday glare, when a door opens and a slim bloke emerges to declare that he will meet me half-way to save me walking the distance. This in itself is unusual, as most of my customers are either too fat to walk anywhere, or too frightened to open their own front door. I hand over the Tacos and am walking back to the car with the empty food courier bag, when it dawns on me I have just been addressed by a plummy Oxbridge accent. It has been so long since I heard an accent like this, it did not sink in until afterwards. Now I am intrigued: what is this guy's story? Or even have I just been conned by this British guy who spotted me standing there with the red food delivery bag, and pretended to be the customer to get some free food before I had a chance to verify the correct address?
So what happened? Don't leave us hanging like this!
#135
Re: Gizza Job
We don't have Uber yet or Lyft or such, possibly soon though, but the government has made it a pain with requiring a commercial class 4 and other hurdles that not easy to just do in spare time.....
Considering doing one of the food apps though for a few hours during evening peak times to see if it can bring in a bit of money.
Considering doing one of the food apps though for a few hours during evening peak times to see if it can bring in a bit of money.
I have a job of a type that might suit you, although in my case the employer operates all over the US, but not in Canada.
The work involves visiting supermarkets armed with a barcode scanner and data collection device, and scanning products that the supermarket is promoting in any particular week. There is no supervision, no pressure, some flexibility in the hours to be worked, and the hourly pay rate is OK for unskilled work.