The view from my office today isn’t the prettiest. As you can see, I’m an Uber Mom that drives Uber on my mommy down time. My day consists of dropping the kids off at school and getting some drive time in. It’s not the most glamorous job in the world, definitely not what I have my degree in. But sometimes you take what life gives you.
How did I end up here!?! Especially since I had a nice cushy job and a pimped out cubicle…. I’ll tell you. Being a mom to an Autistic child in not easy. Every day, every minute is something new. As much as kids with Autism demand a routine, since change is hard for them, our day is anything but routine. There is no planning life. Unfortunately, the last company (the last 3 companies) had absolutely no flexibility around my daughter. I hate to say it, even though during the interview process, I did ask if there was room for flexibility and was adamantly told there was…..there wasn’t. Special treatment wasn’t asked for, I more than pulled my weight, I completed all my work and then some.
No use crying over spilled milk
So, in my search for a part-time position, that had both, the flexibility that I needed and wasn’t a fast food joint or retail store (that I would just end up spending my paycheck at), I went with Uber. Those that know me, know that this is hard for me. A few years ago I had a huge car accident that left me in panic attacks every time I hit the freeway and I’m fiercely protective of my personal space (both issues that I’ve worked diligently on). So needless to say, this Uber mom is completely out of her comfort zone.
However, here I am. I Uber on my own time. Take sick days when I need them. Have a flexible schedule that works around all those school events, meetings, days off, and short scheduled days. It’s working on my own terms, in my own space, how I want, and when I want. It works for now. It won’t be forever, but it’s what we need right now. Do I have Uber stories? Oh, do I….. But that’ll have to wait for a future post….. stay tuned!