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Nov. 3rd, 2015 03:30 amMy star ratings on Uber have been slipping - I'm now at an average of 4.76... and have no reason why. So far as I can tell, I'm doing nothing that I wasn't doing in the first weeks when my ratings were at 5.0, and since Uber doesn't indicate which trip was 'poor' or why it was, there is a good-sized well of anxiety building up in me. I hate disappointing people. Or making them feel uncomfortable.
Arg.
Luckily, I just found that I can use the "1 day" statistic tally (I think it is new) to find my total number of trips, pay, and star ratings. That may help me narrow down any causes for changing my behavior or driving techniques. Yeah, I know that riders don't have to rate their drivers until the next time they call for a pickup so my "1 day" tally may be off by showing a star rating from a ride the week previous or even earlier, but still it should help.
I like the job. I like driving around the city at night while the roads are fairly clear and easy to navigate. I've learned to turn off the app when I end up in a part of Hampton Roads that I don't want to drive in (bringing someone in from my own area) - now I don't reactivate until I am back in my own stomping grounds. Yeah, it likely costs me some trips but I'm just fine with that.
I think I picked up a hooker tonight and if I am right, I feel so sorry for her. Got a call to an assisted-income housing unit and oddly enough the 'passenger' phoned me - a rather bossy sounding man with a thick Slavic accent calling to be sure that I knew where to go for the pickup. His English was poor so we had a bit of a problem but I finally got him to understand that I knew where I was going. I got there, waited, waited some more, and finally sent a text message to "Maria", and then the door to the unit opened and a young woman waved to me and indicated that it'd be five minutes longer... I waited. This was at midnight - the young lady came out dressed as though she was headed to a cocktail party with a small boutique bag in her hand as well as an evening purse. It turned out that she was not "Maria" but was a friend of hers - Maria was waiting for her at the lounge. Which means, of course, that the masculine authoritarian dude who called me was using Maria's phone to do so. The child barely spoke English either. When we were a couple of minutes from the place her phone rang and I could hear the fear in her voice as she replied, soothingly, something that seemed to be "we're almost there" (if my basic understanding of a few word fragments added up correctly). Once we got there, two men wearing jackets over obvious bulges on one side were standing outside, one to each side of the door, while "Maria" was waiting at the door. She and her friend embraced, stopped to check with the guy on the right, who made a call and allowed the women inside the lounge.
I don't believe that was a standard "going out for a drink with my friend" scenario. Especially not around midnight on a Monday evening.
Arg.
Luckily, I just found that I can use the "1 day" statistic tally (I think it is new) to find my total number of trips, pay, and star ratings. That may help me narrow down any causes for changing my behavior or driving techniques. Yeah, I know that riders don't have to rate their drivers until the next time they call for a pickup so my "1 day" tally may be off by showing a star rating from a ride the week previous or even earlier, but still it should help.
I like the job. I like driving around the city at night while the roads are fairly clear and easy to navigate. I've learned to turn off the app when I end up in a part of Hampton Roads that I don't want to drive in (bringing someone in from my own area) - now I don't reactivate until I am back in my own stomping grounds. Yeah, it likely costs me some trips but I'm just fine with that.
I think I picked up a hooker tonight and if I am right, I feel so sorry for her. Got a call to an assisted-income housing unit and oddly enough the 'passenger' phoned me - a rather bossy sounding man with a thick Slavic accent calling to be sure that I knew where to go for the pickup. His English was poor so we had a bit of a problem but I finally got him to understand that I knew where I was going. I got there, waited, waited some more, and finally sent a text message to "Maria", and then the door to the unit opened and a young woman waved to me and indicated that it'd be five minutes longer... I waited. This was at midnight - the young lady came out dressed as though she was headed to a cocktail party with a small boutique bag in her hand as well as an evening purse. It turned out that she was not "Maria" but was a friend of hers - Maria was waiting for her at the lounge. Which means, of course, that the masculine authoritarian dude who called me was using Maria's phone to do so. The child barely spoke English either. When we were a couple of minutes from the place her phone rang and I could hear the fear in her voice as she replied, soothingly, something that seemed to be "we're almost there" (if my basic understanding of a few word fragments added up correctly). Once we got there, two men wearing jackets over obvious bulges on one side were standing outside, one to each side of the door, while "Maria" was waiting at the door. She and her friend embraced, stopped to check with the guy on the right, who made a call and allowed the women inside the lounge.
I don't believe that was a standard "going out for a drink with my friend" scenario. Especially not around midnight on a Monday evening.