First Wordle Problems: It was rough but I'm sort of ashamed by how much I loved it.

TELL BLUESKY MORE ABOUT YOUR BOOK PLEASE!

Me too. (It doesn't help that my book goes into the 1950s drought and why so few noticed it.)

I'm the author of an upcoming book called DRIVE: Scraping by in Uber's America. It's about my time working as a rideshare driver after my divorce, but it's also about the gig work industry as a whole and how it exploits vulnerable people. It's available for pre-order and comes out May 14th!

Drive: Scraping by in Uber's America, One Ride at a Time a book by Jonathan Rigsbybookshop.org One father, three years, and thousands of rides Poverty, By America meets Maid in this dad's darkly humorous yet humanizing story of working long hours and late nights behind the wheel as a rideshare...

Nice. I did like a one-year tour of duty. We all think we're gonna write a book about it but you just went ahead and did it.

It was rough but I'm sort of ashamed by how much I loved it.

The people are the best and worst thing about it. They all stand out so vividly.

They do. And so often it's their sadness. People call for an Uber at really rough times, often.

I sat at the curb for ten minutes bleeding money so he could go inside and try to get the girl to come with him. She didn't. I drove him home, far out into the country in silence.

The times I ended up in the country were always the strangest. Not a great way to make money.

Her boyfriend put her in the car so I could take her back to their hotel. He stayed and kept drinking, presumably. (What a guy.) She was hopeless. I got to the destination and she weepily told me to "just get out". I had to explain that it was MY car she was in.

Hours later I realized I still had her purse in the car. We had to meet the next day. She showed no sign of how she had been at utter rock bottom twelve hours before.

One of the earliest stories in the book is about a woman who called me to take her back and forth to a liquor store from her home. Her son had overdosed that morning. She grabbed on to me when we got back to her driveway and sobbed in my arms.

I did liquor store runs too. They definitely tipped.

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