WIP
Mike hated the term side hustle. It was a second job, a sign that a single salary alone was not enough to survive, there was no hustle about it. It was a second job slog, and Mike’s was delivering for Uber Eats.
Every day he’d wake up at 07:00, do his thing in the bathroom, then wake his daughter Emily up before heading downstairs to make breakfast. They’d eat and talk about Emily’s lessons, then he’d drop her off as school at exactly 08:45 and head to fill up on gas. After filling up he turned on his uber app and waited to be told where to go and any sense of regularity went out of the window. He could be heading anyway…