The plan for this Saturday was to just go finish the one block I got last week and then hurry back to the house for some tree cutting but the higher power has other things planned and totally ruined it all for me.
It was a 45 minute or so ride from home to Everett Station where I picked up my only route for this Saturday. I was hoping to get a route to one of those coastal towns in Everett because I wanted to stop for lunch somewhere closer to the water but things didn’t turn out that way.
To my surprise, the Everett station was pretty much deserted. The line of flexers was a pretty short one and within minutes, I found myself inside the warehouse ready to load my truck. I got a surge price for this one route so I am hoping for an easy route.
Checked in with this amazing lady only to find that the flexers are just picking off routes from a bunch of roll away shelves, basically picking through whichever they wanted to take.
As I was making my way to pick one out, I came across this guy whom warned me not to pick any but to wait for the station staff to hand me one. He warned me that Amazon monitors and graded us on every move we made inside the warehouse. I reminded him that everyone else is just picking off their own route but he was just stood his ground.
Puzzled by this one dude’s move, I just stood there too. Then he walked away without getting anything so I proceeded down further tried to take one but another flexer told me not to take it because it’s for Seattle. I was like, what, why not.
Grabbed the Seattle route, walked up to the station staff and asked her if it’s ok to take the Seattle route and she told me it’s a ok so I did. I was like, why these people were so picky and why hating on Seattle. Lucky for me, I guess. I love Seattle!
Truck loaded, time to check the route and to my surprise, the load was for a town called Wedgwood, a residential neighborhood about 6 or so miles northeast of Downtown Seattle, on top of the University of Washington. I have been there once, and the neighborhood was perfect for flexing. I was like, see, don’t be hating on Seattle people.
And the icing on the cake, may be, was the first stop was to an Amazon Locker where 15 packages were unloaded. Oh lordy, everyone of those flexers skipped that one rack, hating on it and see what I got. Golden!
A surge pricing of $115 for 5 hrs just now turned into a $115 for 4 hrs because instead of delivering 59 packages, I just have to deliver 44 after this one stop. And most of those packages were congested into that one little neighborhood between 38th and 39th street.
The best part is lots of people from this neighborhood are out and about so I just handed them their packages right on their porches or driveways. People were so friendly around this area. I was enjoying it like I was just out on strolling you know.