This is my first ever blog on the subject of becoming a cab driver, in fact it’s my first blog full stop. My name is Karl and i am a taxi driver in Liverpool. Firstly I will point out that my spelling and grammar are *carp* so if you are offended by either, I suggest you look away now. Also if you came here looking for political correctness you may be disappointed! The point of this blog is not to impress you with my masterful use of English, or my good manners but to provide some useful info on how to become a licensed taxi driver.
My Background
I used to work as an IT Professional for the NHS. I got tired of working the 9-5 and of all the meaningless, ego driven office politics that go with it, not to mention menopausal women throwing their formidable weight around like angry silverback gorillas feuding for dominance over the pack (often called a ‘department’ in the NHS)… And metrosexual men (I call them kittens) who act as the egar to please servants to these silverbacks. I decided that for better or worse (and the sake of my sanity) I would be the master of my own destiny. I would make my own money and be my own boss, I would choose my hours and answer to no one. Hell, If I wanted to go to work wearing comfy pants and running shoes I damn well would. So I put my monkey suit in the cupboard for up and coming funerals and hit the road.
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3 comments:
I love how you describe the women in the office, I've worked in many offices and I couldn't agree more. Hilarious. I am a woman but will never be a silverback! I'm going self employed!
I am l.m.a.o. I'm looking for a way out of the office and I couldn't agree more !!!
I still don't regret leaving, i cannot live my life as a gorillas play kitten =D
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