Today is like Christmas Day in Manayunk. All the college kids are moving out and leaving behind all the stuff they can't fit in their compact cars. Driving for Lyft has its perks because as I made my way around town I got to eye up all of the piles of stuff on the curbs. I came home with a coffee table (it was admittedly ugly, but I knew I had to have it). I also got a nice entryway table that I've been looking for for weeks, but that was at a thrift shop not on the curb. I would decorate my whole house with items I found on the street if I find the right ones. About a month ago I found a really nice desk chair on the corner about 10 blocks away. I carried it to a friends house 2 blocks from there and then drove it home later. I love that chair. But today, I found my slightly ugly coffee table. The ugly part was the brushed gold base, but it had a really nice round glass top. I struggled to get it into my car alone, but then some nice lady helped me carry it into my house when I got home. A quick run to True Value and some gray spray paint made my slightly ugly table actually really adorable. Our little house now looks like an adult home versus a post-grad bachelorette pad.
Speaking of Bachelorette... tis the season of the new season. Today, my roommate Shawna nominated me to be on next season of The Bachelor, so naturally she's my favorite right now. We wrote on there about my blog, so producers if you are reading this, I would be a great candidate for the show. My dating life spans from an arrest threat, a virgin, a ghost, and plenty of boys trapped in mens bodies. I am so ready to be cast on the next season, especially if Connor is the new Bachelor. I can see my bio now: Mallory Minor, 25, Lyft Driver, Grad Student, Curb Furniture Stealer, Will Probably Steal Your Heart Too. Has a nice ring to it. So Chris Harrison, do me a solid and pick me, I won't let you down.
I guess it's time to change the title of my blog since you're looking at Philadelphia's newest Lyft driver. That's right, I got myself a new job driving people around town in Carol, my Corolla. It's only been a week and I've had to drop one lady off on a random street corner because she was going to throw up, drove a lady with pink eye and her 2-year-old with no car seat to CVS and back home, and a tourist to Macy's because "she heard that it's a landmark in Philly".......????. For a girl with no job, I'm up at 6:40am so I can drive in rush hour for peak pricing until about 11 and then I come home, sometimes take a nap, do some homework, and then find some household chores to keep me busy until my roommates get home to hang out with me.
I'll never ever forget one of my first few riders, Sandy. I picked her up with her luggage and an airport destination. Of course I forgot to clean my trunk out because I'm not used to having people in my car, so we put her luggage in the back seat, making her sit up front with me. Every introvert reading this right now is cringing at the fact that a pure stranger had to sit in the front seat in awkward silence for a 20 minute ride to PHL, but it turned out to be one of my most favorite passengers yet. 8/10 of my passengers don't talk, but the ones that do ask me the same variety of questions/statements: "Is this your full-time job?", or my personal favorite, "wow, I've never had a young woman driver before". Sandy said both. I told her how my mom isn't a fan of me picking strangers up in my car, but how I'm a grad student and this is a flexible, easy way to make money. I told her how I average between $100-$130 in 4.5 hours a day and that I get to meet cool people and drive to new places. She asked about my family, I told her my whole story. I asked her where she was headed at the airport, she told me her story. She loved hearing about my trip to Korea and my brother's journey in the Paralympics, and then she said the nicest words to me ever: "You're going to make a great counselor, the world needs more support." I'll never forget Sandy, she was such a nice woman. I hope she had a safe flight and I hope I get her as a passenger some day again.
It'll be one week tomorrow of me driving for Lyft, and I'm excited to see how many more interesting stories I get from it. I might even get brave a do a late night Friday shift to get some drunk blog post material. Side note: I would like to apologize (or say you're welcome) to every Lyft/Uber driver that has ever seen me and my friends drunk. But for now, this will be my full time job, until the money runs out or people start taking public transportation, or until next fall when I start substitute teaching again.. but in the meantime, keep rideshares fun, Philadelphia.
About a month ago, I met a guy at the bar. He was fun, seemed to know the people I was with although I hadn't met him before. But he's not the star of this story. He asked me how I knew my friends I was with, I told him Bloomsburg. He started naming off people that he knew that went to bloom; a couple guys in Kappa Sig that I was friends with, a few names I recognized, and then he said the golden name of a crush I held from when I first started at Bloom.. in 2014. I definitely didn't control my face, so he texted the kid telling him he ran into me at the bar. Long story short and a few beers later and it was all just a fun night and I was tucked back in bed. But then the next day, the crush boy messaged me on Instagram. Fast forward about a month, with on and off texting and snapchats, and I've officially learned that men are idiots, women overthink too much, and the world can be cruel.
I've always been a strong believer of people coming into your life for a reason. God is great and everything in this world happens for a reason. You can choose to believe the clichés or not, that's on you, but it's what I believe down to my core. I can't foresee the future or if this whole encounter will ever amount to anything, but in my current moment, I'm not sure there was a point of the crush coming to fruition. The beginning was great, day long conversations about work and life and just having someone to talk to. But because he doesn't live in Philly currently means that it has been a full month and we haven't gone out yet... not a single drink. But don't think I haven't tried either. It's 2018, I am all for women empowerment and women taking the lead and asking men to go out. But every time I did (aka twice) he was busy, so this empowered woman is taking a slight step back. Because as a wise roommate once said, I am a prize to be won. Women should take charge and change the rules, but don't ever forget how important it is to be pursued. Absolutely be bold, double text, send the first message, break the glass ceiling so to speak, but don't lose your strong sense of independence.
So no, I don't regret the past month even though I have no idea what the future holds, if anything. When it comes to men, it's important to communicate, because otherwise they don't get it. Be direct, be bold, and most importantly: Be open to the possibility, but never attached to the outcome.
This past weekend was probably top 5 since I've moved to Philly. Celebrating the belated birthday of Hannah and the pre-birthday of Shawna, my roommates and my friend Mary and I decided to enjoy the nice weather by dabbling in some Center City beer gardens. The process to get there was longer than it ever should have been. Keep in mind we live a short 6 miles from the city, but after our first Uber driver refused to let anyone sit in her front seat, we had to wait for a second driver who didn't believe in the power of air conditioning. The entire ride took about 35 minutes longer than necessary and left us all sober. One beer garden, one drunk pit-stop at five below for derby hats, and a $45 bet on the ponies later, we ended up at a sports bar ready for the Kentucky Derby. As many people as the city of Philadelphia holds, we found ourselves seated at the bar between a group of Bloomsburg students and one of my Tinder matches. After an alcohol-filled few hours, I entered myself in a hat contest on stage next to a woman with an empty bottle of whiskey glued to her hat and a bride wearing a veil. I didn't win the contest, but I would like to think I won Saturday night. A live band, hours of dancing, a slip of my number to the bartender with pretty eyes, and a short uber ride (aka Alex's new man Ethan) and we relocated ourselves back to our classic go-to place, Sona. This is about where Saturday's story ends, mostly because the rest of my night was a slight brown out, but I'm confident that is was as good as the rest of my Saturday was.
On Sunday's we have a weekly tradition (and by tradition I mean we've done it two weeks in a row) but we take a nice leisurely stroll on one of the many walking paths in Manayunk. This week, we diverted a little and did some off-roading and found a massive boulder pile, a shovel that was probably a previous murder weapon, and a homeless hangout by the train tracks. The only thing missing was a dead body and it would've been an episode of one of our murder podcasts. The climax of our adventure in the woods was when Hudson slipped his leash and Shawna had to chase him through weeds, bushes, some poison Ivy, and the rock pile to catch him. Happy Birthday, Shawna! Enjoy your rash and itchy legs.
But now it's back to Monday. Time to catch up on homework, naps, and possibly hit up Indeed for a quick job search.. Maybe someday I'll get a job and then I can change the name of the blog to girl with a job. But for now, I'll enjoy being the girl with no job...
My roommates will probably provide me with the most material for this blog, so they deserve their own post. I will preface this by saying my exposure to roommates before adulthood was limited to my parents and the random few I lived with in college. But when you reach adulthood, you have three options: you live alone, you live with college friends, or you meet your new bff's on Craigslist. I lived alone in Atlantic City and that resulted in me buying a dog to keep myself company, my college friends were still in college when I was an adult, and so I resorted to the last option, and there I found them... Craigslist.
I have three roommates, four if you count Alex's alter ego Jessica (who occasionally hangs out when were visiting our favorite bar in town). When I was ready to leave the best roommate I ever had (my mom, Kim) and make the move to Philly, I realized just how few friends I had. A short ad on Craigslist and a few days later and I received the first "normal" response saying "Hi, my name is Alex (female).." After some light Facebook stalking, I knew we would get along. She enjoyed wine and The Bachelor and I didn't need to learn anything else about her. Together we searched for houses and eventually found a beautiful 4 bedroom, and then we searched Facebook for some more normal people to add to our home. Enter Shawna. She moved in a few days after we did and eventually recruited Hannah from her job to move in with us as well.
It's now been 9 months with complete strangers and the strangest thing about us is our common love for murder. Considering we met online, I am not too surprised that we listen to crime podcasts, watch murder mysteries, and the occasional conspiracy video. But living with them has been so fun, I don't think I will ever go back to living alone. Not only do I have on-demand dog sitters, but there's always someone to hang out with after being home alone all day. We act like 80 year olds with our nightly 7pm Jeopardy viewing, scheduled shower times, and preparing dinners that are easily digested. But we also still go out, get absolutely hammered while drunk texting our moms asking what they were doing when they went into labor with us, dabble in the occasional stealing of bar items, and send unlimited screenshots of our conversations with boys to craft perfect responses.
My advice to everyone is to give random roommates a shot. Worst case scenario they sell drugs out of your living room, but best case scenario you get three amazing people who like to complain about people as much as you do. So to my roommates, don't get bashful with my new blog. Although my life is wild and crazy, I still need your material to make it even wilder. While you are all working hard as recruiters and therapists, keep little me in mind, the girl with no job.
I've always said I wanted to blog. I keep an avid diary with my innermost secrets, so why not a public document that I could share with the world... You see, I've always lived a wild life. Not just random weird things happening in every day life, I'm talking stories like the time I dressed up as Hannah Montana and lip synced (lip sanc?) a kid's party, or that one time I went to medical camp and studied fetuses in jars but then ended up having 5 majors in college not related to pre-med.. I have so many stories I could go back on, but we are going to start from new. We will call this day one. Welcome to my blog, girl with no job. My current life is described by the four words in this title. I'm twenty-five years old and not afraid to admit that I am currently jobless. In my two years since college graduation I haven't really had good luck with jobs, so it shouldn't come as a surprise that I'm sitting in my $64 hammock I ordered from Amazon Prime talking about how hard my life is. I've had three full-time "career" jobs since I graduated and I've also moved a lot. Atlantic City, New York City, and now my lovely little townhouse in Philadelphia. Although I do miss the steady paycheck that I usually spent on UberEats and way too expensive bar tabs, I can say that I don't really miss my latest job. Sitting at home all day with my dog and binge watching crappy tv is a much better way to live your mid-twenties, let me tell you. But in my defense, I am not just totally lazy. I am a full-time graduate student, although the title makes it sound like I do more work than I do, I'll admit. But this blog isn't about my jobs (or lack of), or about my schooling (because this is where I would like to take breaks from writing 250 word responses to my 25 classmates while feigning interest about their exceptional children), but it is about sharing the incredible things that happen in my life.
I've been jobless since the first week of March. Now that the weather is finally getting nice, almost too nice, I've picked up my household chores. My roommates love when I don't work because I live like a stay-at-home mom. They come home to clean dishes, occasional laundry done, but most often I engage in some sort of household project. This week I tried my hand at gardening. I planted flowers, zucchini, and basil and so far have killed 33% of my new plants. Let's hope I'm better at blogging than I was at gardening. My only goal for this blog is to stick with it. As anyone who knows me well knows, I have slight commitment issues when it comes to certain things, like keeping up with recurring activities or taking medication regularly. I would like to blame that on ADD, but my mom likes to blame it on screen dependency. Either way, my brain just can't focus to commit to something long-term. Hopefully that isn't the case for a future relationship, but I wouldn't know that since I've been single for 5 years now, but that's a story for another day. So let's begin, the story of my life, the things that happen to me, the wild stories that I wish I could make up, but I don't. It's just mal, the girl with no job.
Author - mallory
I've always lived a wild life, so here I am to document it for the world... be ready for some fun adventures, xoxo.