A journalist does her time in the UberX driver’s seat.
We used Uber a lot when we were overseas, and it was a godsend; no fucking about about trying to find local cab companies, no worrying about routes, no cash. But you don’t have to take very many rides with it to realise exactly how exploitative it is towards the drivers (I don’t think we had a single operator who’d been doing the work longer than a few months, even in San Fran). Drivers are an interchangeable commodity in the Uberverse; burn one out and there are ten waiting to take his1 place. And all Uber has to do is sit back and pocket the cash.
… Hm. I could probably say something in here about publishing and, in particular, self-publishing. But I think I shall refrain.
- It’s almost always a his. ^