I'm so tired...

I'm so tired of getting calls to go to places where there is no job because someone was fucking with you, whether in the base control, or in a house adjacent to the one you've called to, and they're laughing at you behind the curtain. I had one of those in my last week driving.
Rathmines, beside the barracks. I'm called to an address, and when I get there, the number I've been given is a wrong one, and the house is empty. I wait, and call, and wait again and ring, and then drive away, exasperated at how someone can find it funny to ring a taxi and send the driver on a wild goose chase.
Once I got sent all the way to Dalkey to an address which didn't exist...

Sometimes i think it's someone in the base who just doesn't like me. But since I don't work for that company anymore, well, they've lost a good driver. I've moved on to better things, and they're still working in base control, playing their silly little tricks on other drivers. Or else, if it's not someone in base control, they're still doing whatever childish thing they were doing.

I'm so tired of reading the crap on the taxi.ie website. If you haven't been there,
pay a visit.
It's a lesson in the type of gobshitery that is endemic among taxi drivers in Dublin. Or maybe not. Maybe the site has just been hijacked by a whole bunch of loudmouths who sound off their anti-black, white-supremacist spoor at eachother. I hate it. I've tried to fight it, but it's a loosing battle.

I've given up driving. I'm only putting my reminiscences on this blog now.