It’s been really hard working as a delivery driver in a city that I don’t know.
My whole family moved to the Bay Area and I was stuck with a decision. I had to move with my family or find a place of my own. I was 22 years old and not ready to be on my own. I told my mom and dad that I planned to go with them. They seemed fine with that idea, until we arrived in San Francisco. Since we arrived in the city, my dad has done nothing but hound me to get a job. I applied everywhere and the only place that gave me a call back was a marijuana dispensary. They were looking for a delivery driver. I told the San Francisco marijuana dispensary manager that I had just moved to the city. She asked me if I could use the app on my phone to find an address. I couldn’t tell if she was being sarcastic or not. It was hard to tell, because I had an interview over the phone. The woman told me that she would hire me that day if I wanted to work as a delivery driver. I needed a job and money, so I said yes. It’s been really hard working as a delivery driver in a city that I don’t know. Half the time I can’t find the roads anywhere on the map. I consistently find myself lost and sitting on the side of the road. I’m not really sure if I am making money or not. With the price of gas in sanely hi, I feel like I’m putting more into my tank than I am into my pocket.