My driver did not like bridges, however I am an understanding person, so I assist them with finding alternative routes. After a thank you and several smalls words, I prepared myself for small slumber. I usually like to nap when I'm being chauffeured. But there be no sleep this ride. There was barely comfortable peace.
Most of the music was very sexual. Songs of being on top of who, nutting with who, giving it up to who, saving it for the right person, yet being prepared for that one lucky night. At first, I thought I could deal with the music by ignoring it and my driver's indirect ques at certain lyrics. I look out the window as that slimy feeling approaches. I am disturbed.
Still, I sat quietly. I know how difficult it is to find work and stay afloat these days. My first day to regain financial stability begins tomorrow. The reminders to be open minded and understanding over takes me, and I close my eyes. I try to make the best of this unpleasant steamy ride.
Suddenly, the driver uses a voice control to phone a friend. Apparently, this friend was, also, a medical transportation driver. The call was connected the radio. The volume was loud. They knew the phoned driver was tired and overworked. They knew I would hear what should have been converses through a private phone call. They knew they had set their fellow employee/friend up for trouble. They did not care.
The call begins with loads of swearing, complaining about the company and clients. My driver rolled like a cat in catnip as the driver on the phone released all their raw emotions and opinions without realizing they were being heard by others. I felt awful for the called individual. They were innocent to me and I know a stinkin' setuo when I see or hear one. So, I cough a few times to alert them of my ears presence. My driver would stop talking each time I did- as if they didn't want the called individual to become aware. I coughed some more. The other driver on the phone was too deep in their emotions; all logic and guard was down. My inner angel could not withstand any more this filthy game. I spoke up,
" Excuse me. I don't mean to be rude, but does he know that I can hear him?"
Swiftly, my driver ends the call and proceeds to apologize. I refused their apologies. That entire experience was intentional. I folded my arms in disgust and counted the seconds until my stop. My driver resumes their echo of lyrical ques. Ignore them. I felt really offended for the phoned driver. Their privacy had been violated, a friendship built on betrayal and their reputation turned to pieces. Was I the first passenger of this type of exposure? How many had to suffer promiscuous rides due to monetary issues or car repair? 50 thumbs down! I hopped out the car when it was just outside my appointment door. I didn't say thank you or goodbye. I just walked out.
I believe I witnessed more than a human capital red flag, that will be something I focus on and dissect in a more precise blog. I get that this world is all about that money, that money, no drama. However, we should not endure the cons from the lack of training due to one's pursuit towards happiness. Family Friendly music, save calls until the car is clear, study the ride before you take the ride and never set a fellow employee up for disaster are a just a few common sense tips for the road. I raise my red flag high today. Lets improve human capital.
