MONDAY MORNING MOAN

Does Cab-net piss anyone else off? I don’t know, but it really grates my tits!

I suppose I could cab with another company…wait, I actually do…but sometimes there’s just no time to wait the 15 minutes it takes for a called cab to come to your house. And, when there’s a whole fleet of cabs parked outside your front door, it’s only logical that a late person like myself would climb into the nearest one of them and tell them to go, go, GO!

So what exactly pisses me off?

The fact that the divers have set their tariff to TIME…instead of FARE!

For those who don’t know how cabs work, the drivers rent their cars from the man, and then get a percentage of the fare per km. When the cab stops, the meter stops. So that’s why some cabs charge you waiting, if you say, need to pop into the shop to pick up something. I understand thins, after all, time is money.

Cab-net has me frothing at the bit because their meters are always set on TIME! So if I’m in the cab and it’s standing in traffic, the meter still counts! If I’m in the cab and it’s standing still at a red robot, the meter still counts! Ok, so I end up paying only like R5 more by the time I get to work, but that R5 could have been the last line of defense between me and starvation! When it came to a vending mission – I take my vending seriously!

I feel like I’ve been had!

What’s the point of R8.80/Km if you’re going to be siphoning extra, in 20c increments, making you, at the end of my trip more expensive than the cab I should have called in the first place?And why do I have to pay for red robots and rush hour traffic…isn’t that, like, the nature of the beast? I mean, if I stepped into a grocery store and made you lose out on potential customers, charge me time I don't mind...in fact I would demand it!

But really, FARE is fair, and what they are doing seems totally unfair!

Thoughts?

ACCEPTING YOUR LOT

Happy New Year!

It’s been a while, but hopefully I’ll be able to blog more frequently this year.

In the spirit of, I was full of plans and resolutions. But lurking in the depths was a dread I was trying my utmost to suppress. What if all these magnificent plans didn’t pan out? What if I spent another year swallowing disappointment after disappointment? What if yet another New Year found me devastated because I was exactly where I’d convinced myself I should never be again.

The load was too hard to bear. I had to calm down, so I sought counsel from various family and friends. Advice and platitudes were plenty, but none gave me a real sense of ease and any sign of solution.

One recurrent theme was accepting your lot in life. Simple enough…but was it?

I started thinking, what exactly did accepting your lot in life mean? Did it mean I should take all the bad and just let it be? Or perhaps I should give up on my dreams, because lets face it, time (in the real world) was a-wasting and I needed to get my head out the clouds?

Then, walking to work about a week ago I had, to borrow from Oprah, an ‘aha!’ moment.

Such a liberating thought settled in my mind. For some inexplicable reason, I thought Hey, God gives you your soul, some change and a chance. It’s you or people around you who quantify this gift with fear and fearful things and then call it reality.

It wasn’t something I had to face…because it really wasn’t as God INTENDED it for ME. I had become so wrapped up in my own self pity and raging, I forgot that it wasn’t me who was driving this vehicle. There really is a higher power out there, and if I just stop, and say ok, life on life’s terms, my higher power’s got me.

He reminds me that: I have my body, and it is able. I have my mind, and it is sound. I have my family, and they are willing. I have my friends, and they are kind. I can change my size, action my dreams, lean on my kin, and celebrate this wonderful, crazy, unpredictable chance I call my life.

I only have to focus on the here and now, but my possibility is limitless. And, if I’m ok with this…if I accept my ‘Lot in Life’, I can have that extraordinary existence that I’ve always considered my ‘ungettable get’.

Freedom.