I came home early today. I could probably have made it to $100 for the day, but I came down and got right to work without gassing up before. I did stop to get a morning meal. But I kept at it till gone 2PM, and only made it to $85. I got offered several $2.35 and $3.35 orders that I declined, so my acceptance rate has dropped. I really wanted to see that go up. But alas, no. I took a few that were around $7, but required a lot of miles or double deliveries. We really are stuck between rising fuel costs and people unwilling to tip. But my favorite was the lady who ordered Taco Bell, then asked for extra mild salsa packets and a troll, which she then changed to straw. I got those for her, and she came out before I left and told me she would add the tip in the app. Yup, she was a $3.45 delivery. She did not add a tip. Between her and the many other small orders that came through, I got fed up and called it a day just a little early. People want their food, and they want it delivered. They think that DoorDash is paying us or something. Most of my orders today DoorDash paid me $2.25. Those average about 20 min each, I think. I would then sugget that they are paying as high as $6.75 an hour on a good hour, and more like $4.00 on a normal one. The rest is made up by tips. None of that makes up for the use of my car. I get nothing for that but the government tax deduction. But if you know, that is not money for me. It just helps to cover the wear and tear on the car. It adds up fast.
So, I finally got fed up, gave up, and headed home. I am feeling it for a lot of reasons today, and probably shoud not be doing anything theraputic, but rather, channelling all this into getting my portraiture busienss going. DoorDash would be a lot more bearable if it were supplamanting a growing business like that.
So, I am home. Cup of coffee in my right hand. Keyboard under both hands. Allergies kikcing my butt. Feeling tired. Mad as Hell at the disrespect I got today while trying to earn an honest living.