Before you go any further, read this...

Dictionary.com defines a redneck as:

1. an uneducated white farm laborer, esp. from the South.

2. a bigot or reactionary, esp. from the rural working class.

It goes on to say that redneck is A slang term, usually for a rural white southerner who is politically conservative, racist, and a religious fundamentalist. This term is generally considered offensive. It originated in reference to agricultural workers, alluding to how the back of a person's neck will be burned by the sun if he works long hours in the fields.

While I can't say all that fits me to a tee, a lot of it is pretty damn close.

You see, I lost both my parents before I turned 12 years old. I bounced around in a couple of foster homes before moving in with my uncle when I tuned 15. By age 17, I was on my own. I dropped out of school half way through 11th grade so I could go to work full time. Three months after my 18th birthday, I got behind the wheel of a cab for the first time.

I've learned more about life in 28 years in a hack than any philosopher ever could know. I've had multi-million dollar businessmen, celebrities and pro athletes as well as crack whores, drug dealers and murderers in my cab. I refuse to be an airport jockey or one of those guys that only stages at the hotels, so unfortunately, I have to deal with more of the bottom feeders of life than I do the upper crust.

It is the dealings that I've had the bad apples that has made me what I am today...

The Redneck Cabbie.

You see, to escape the madness of the city streets, my mind drifts off (not while I'm driving) to a quiet country town. A place where everyone knows everyone, and a man's handshake is as binding a contract as a person needs. A place where friends gather to down a couple of cold ones and listen to music that you can actually understand the words.

A place where young men don't walk around with their pants falling down over their ass, and young ladies don't have to dress like sluts to draw a man's attention.

I think you get the picture. I know, boring as whale shit to most city folks. I'd be living in a town just like that if it weren't for the fact that there's just not much demand for my line of work in most small towns.

This blog will reflect these feelings. If I seem a little bitter now and then, its just because that wonderful little town is nowhere in my near future, and because the life expectancy of someone in my line of work doesn't extend much past retirement age, all I can do is dream about it.

Wednesday, July 1, 2009

To those who wondered

Let me take a moment to explain what happened today...


I have spend the last 3 weeks bustin my ass for 60+ hours a week, plus working on the weekend in the dispatch room. I was coming out of pocket to pay lease and gas. The only money I was making was from the dispatch job.


I had to do something. Suburban has let its cash business go to the dogs. I enquired at a competing company. Suburban management got wind of it before I even had a chance to say anything. They proceeded to fire Lori, who has busted her ass for them and pulled their ass out of the hot bacon grease on more than one occasion, as well as her son and my daughter who all worked in the call center. In my opinion, they did not deserve that.

I have several Facebook friends that currently work in that call center. I have one word of advice, watch your ass. I know of a couple of CSRs that have been on the company's short list that Lori has hung on to because basically she felt they were good employees.

Lori is a good worker. She'll bounce back from this. I'm a little concerned for my step son and my daughter, but they say things do happen for a reason.

As for Suburban Cab, they have a well documented history of fucking folks that fall into their bad graces. I will take a wait and see approach, but trust me, if they attempt to screw any of us out of monies that are owed to us, I will use every means at my disposal, fair or unfair to expose this once great company for the sham it has become.

Adiós...

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