Not four weeks ago I sat down at the computer, searched the ASIC website to see if the name “MUM’S TAXI” was taken, realised it wasn’t and registered my business.
I’d just arrived home from seeing my lawyer and putting my signature on the divorce papers. I’d cried all the way home. In a matter of a year I’d lost my home and discovered that no bank was going to loan me the money to buy another one on my paltry income of $38,000 per annum. I’d lost my marriage.
I’d just had brain surgery in February to stent an aneurysm. I had four teenagers to raise and the four casual jobs I had were fun but exhausting me. No matter how hard I worked, I couldn’t earn enough to get the bank to give me a home loan to buy another house. I was 47 and about to start driving Ubers in my spare time.
In case you missed it, you can now find your Uber rating. Yep the rating drivers have given you.
My tears were also tears of fear. And trust me I’m not a fearful person. I took to stand-up comedy at 34 and became the first female footy coach of teenage boys in Australia in 2013. But I was scared of being in a car, my own car, with men who I didn’t know and could be drunk or high or angry or violent.