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jetix

2026-05-30

northstareclipse

A lot of criticism of delivery apps focuses on the fact that they offer convenience and variety, which I find much less compelling than criticizing the fact that the apps often send their contractors on fetch quests from Hell.

There are real labor problems here. Base pay is often insulting. Customer tips carry too much of the burden. Workers need better protections, more transparent algorithms, protection from arbitrary deactivation, and actual recourse when the app or a customer screws them over. Car-dependent delivery is also an environmental and infrastructural problem, though in a denser city I’d still be doing this work; I’d just be doing it by bike.

But when people talk about delivery work, I rarely see them talk to actual delivery workers. I see a lot of abstract arguments about convenience, consumer decadence, “hustle culture,” and internalized neoliberalism. Meanwhile, when I’m out working and waiting in restaurants for orders, the other Dashers I meet are usually people who only speak Spanish, people who read as neurodivergent, visibly physically disabled people, or some combination of the above.

I have not met this mythical Disco Elysium poor ultraliberal hustlegrinder-wannabe people seem to be arguing with. Maybe that archetype exists somewhere. If it exists among any kind of gig worker, it would probably be rideshare drivers. But most of what I see looks less like “rise and grind” and more like “this is one of the few forms of work available to people who need flexibility, low barriers to entry, limited managerial surveillance, or a way to work around language barriers, disability, burnout, chronic illnesses and injuries with symptoms that come and go unpredictably, caregiving, résumé gaps, or discrimination.”

That does not make the current system good. It means the current system is filling a real gap that a lot of supposedly better systems do not even acknowledge.

As a disabled person who is burnout-prone and demand-sensitive, contracting as a delivery driver has given me an unprecedented level of financial flexibility. I can work when I have capacity. I can stop when I’m deteriorating. I can build my day around my actual body instead of being trapped under a manager who thinks “reliable” means “able to perform the same way every day no matter what.” That matters. It does not cancel out the exploitation, but it is also not fake just because it is politically inconvenient.

And delivery itself is not some inherently decadent evil. Sometimes people live alone. Sometimes they are sick. Sometimes they are disabled, exhausted, overwhelmed, grieving, overloaded, or recovering from something else - perhaps the stress and fatigue induced by their own job. Sometimes they need medicine, groceries, or a meal that will actually unplug their sinuses instead of whatever generic community-care slop someone thinks they should be grateful for. Humans are allowed to need specificity. “Food” is not the same as “the food I can actually eat right now.”

A serious labor critique would ask how to make delivery work safer, better-paid, less tip-dependent, less car-dependent, less algorithmically punitive, and less precarious. It would ask what kinds of flexible, accessible work should exist for people who cannot thrive in conventional employment. It would ask how cities could support bike delivery, worker cooperatives, public infrastructure, and real protections without simply replacing one bad system with a moral sermon about how nobody should ever want takeout.

But a lot of the discourse does not do that. It treats convenience itself as suspicious. It treats wanting flexible work as false consciousness. It treats the needs of disabled people, immigrants, and other people who can't fit into traditional employment structures as details to be swept aside in favor of a cleaner political image.

I guess the opinions of delivery workers only count when they are politically convenient.

leaky-port-nacelle

reminds me of how for some reason the phrase "doordashing Tylenol" got stuck in my head as a general critique of so many of the ways that we are so isolated from each other and from better forms of support. I meant it from both sides. I was the person living alone an hour from anyone I knew who was home sick, could barely make it to the door to pick up the delivery, and paid $30 for just a little pain relief. On other days around that time, I was the Dasher running into CVS and trying my best to find the random items people needed without the infrastructure to do so very well, getting paid $5 to accomplish it, and relying on that pay to make rent because my full time job as a high school teacher didn't come close to paying me enough to live near the school.

And for all the frustration that job caused, the problem was almost never the people ordering. It was almost always the system not being built for people.

starlight-shadowbanned

This reminds me of the time I doordashed NyQuil and some other items from CVS. The store was only about three blocks away, so why couldn’t I just go walk there myself?

Because I had covid and I was quarantining so I wouldn’t get other people sick!

incisedwound

portal opened at the grocery store today

fantasmadelaciudad

i'll be honest thinking about las vegas makes me nauseous.

fantasmadelaciudad

like this shouldnt be possible.

sillyspirit

Every part of Vegas feels like it's pulled out of fiction and is Incredibly off-putting. It's a major city in the middle of one of the world's most inhospitable deserts

Its famous for recreating other world landmarks on a small scale. It uses this as a trap to bait people into making life ruining decisions. It's motto is essentially "never speak of what happened here". Fucked up

tittyinfinity

Got assaulted by two cops twice my size today. They almost killed me. Because I refused to step out of the car for a traffic stop.

tittyinfinity

Here are the full details of what went down. I posted about it a bit earlier. Trigger warning for police violence.

Going down a hill, I was going 10mph over the speed limit. I had the cruise control set to 5mph over the speed limit and didn't know that unlike my bf's car, it doesn't slow itself down when the speed goes over to what you've set the cruise control to. Judge me for speeding. Whatever.

The cop pulls me over. Takes my license and registration. Asks me to step out of the vehicle. I ask him why I need to step out of the vehicle. He says he doesn't have to tell me why.

I tell him I'd like to look up the state law first. He tells me the law is to do whatever he says, pushes my phone out of my hand, and opens the car door.

I tell him that the only times I or anyone I've known have ever been asked to step out of the car during a traffic stop were when the officer suspected that they were impaired (it happened to me in 2019 when I was driving my friend home and the cop saw her drunk and passed out in the back seat. I immediately got handcuffed without being told why and wasn't given a breathalyzer until i got to the police station. They let me go after that, but didn't give me my stuff back. Or my money. They robbed me that night. When I called to get my stuff back they said they didn't have it. This is why I didn't want to immediately get out of the car for this traffic stop.)

He grabs me by my arm and starts pulling me. I tell him to let me go. He tells me to shut the fuck up and do what I'm told. Grabs my head with his other hand and tries to pull me out by my hair.

I pick my phone back up and dial 911 to let them know that an officer is trying to pull me out of my car without reasoning. They tell me, in a very annoyed tone, to just do whatever the officer says.

At this point, the cop is pulling my arm backwards against the car, and I'm scared he's going to break it. I start panicking.

A 2nd officer, his supervisor, walks up and rips my keys out of the ignition, breaking them.

I'm already freaking out at this point and impulsively reach out my hand to stop him. He says "oh, you REALLY fucked up now" and grabs me along with the other cop. They grab me by my hair, neck, and arms.

They throw me onto the highway.

Cars were coming. They had to swerve to get around me. Truck tires pass my head about a foot away.

My chin hits the ground. They shove my face into the road. One of them is sitting on me and the other is standing on me so I can't get up. I'm extremely claustrophobic. I start screaming for help. They tell me to shut the fuck up or I'm getting tased and hold a taser up to my back. I stop screaming, but I can't stop crying and hyperventilating. They shove the taser into my back even harder and tell me to stop crying or they'll use it. I say "I'm sorry, I'll comply" and hold my breath. They pull my arms behind my back and handcuff me, very tightly.

The supervisor pulls me away to talk to me separately.

He does not. Stop. Talking. I get a huge lecture about how if I would've just done what I was told, I wouldn't have gotten hurt, but also, he "saved me from getting hurt worse and thrown in jail" by pulling me away from the other cop.

He tells me that he "doesn't care what bullshit advice that i learned from tiktok." I tell him I don't use tiktok, I just had a bad experience with corrupt cops in the past. He tells me that he doesn't care, I shouldn't assume all cops are corrupt just because they are, and he's not like those shitty cops.

He goes on to tell me about how they had to do what they did because they've both had people attempt to hurt them during traffic stops before and there was no way to be sure that I wouldn't do it too. He says that when i reached for my phone I could've been reaching for a gun.

I say "you just told me not to assume something bad will happen to me just because I had a bad experience in the past."

He tells me to stop talking.

He says "what is it called when someone is grabbing you and pushing you? Assault. And that's what you were doing to us. So it was safe to assume that we were in danger."

I say "That's what was being done to me, and considering that i wasn't told why, i think it's a normal reaction to try to stop someone from doing that in that situation. I was terrified."

"That's different. What you did was assault on an OFFICER. You shouldn't have put your hands on him."

Then he goes on rambling again. All while chain smoking cigarettes.

He talks about how great of a cop he is. He repeats that he "saved me" from the other cop immediately arresting me and sending me to jail. He talks about how i could be sitting next to murderers right now and starts to tell me graphic details of some of the cases he's dealt with.

I start hyperventilating so hard that I can't breathe. He tells me to shut the fuck up, but then gently pushes my hair out of my face and says "hey. Smile. You're lucky."

I force myself into breathing normally.

He says "man, that's the first time I've ever had to pull out my taser! I could've used it for the first time today! Ha ha ha!"

I start crying again.

"HEY! LAUGH! I'm trying to joke with you and lighten the mood!"

He continues to boast about how great and nice of a cop he is. He asks if i have kids. I tell him yes, and that he's waiting at home for me. He tells me about his kids. Says he's trying to relate to me.

At one point he asks if the other cop can search my car. I know they technically can't if they don't have a warrant and I say no. But I didn't want to get hurt again, and I didn't have anything illegal in the car, so I complied.

He asks me if I have anything in the car that i shouldn't have. I tell him no, but I brought some of my Adderall with me in a different bottle. He asks me to pull up my medical info to prove it's a prescription. He sees that I'm also prescribed pain medication and ask about it. I tell him about my physical issues and chronic pain.

"Oh, you think YOU'RE in pain? I got [list of injuries] while serving overseas so imagine how much pain it caused me when you forced me to pull you out of the car. Do you think i wanna go home to my family and tell them I got hurt because of a 130 pound female?"

"No, sir. I'm sorry."

I realize at this point that the only way out is by sucking up to he cops.

He tries to strike casual conversation. He says "did you know that in the town you live in, one in every 3 people has an STD?"

"I suppose that makes sense since it's a college town."

"Yeah, I just wanted to warn you so you know to be careful, just in case."

"Thank you, but i have a long term partner, so i don't think that'll be an issue for me." I force out a laugh in between tears.

"SEE! All you had to do was smile and laugh!"

He removes my handcuffs and tells me to stay still or I'll get tased.

"Thank you."

"So what do you think your boyfriend is gonna tell you?"

"That i should've listened. He'll probably be mad at me." (No the fuck he won't lol)

"Yeah, I bet you learned your lesson. I'll go try to convince the other officer not to throw you in jail. It's up to him though. Stay here and don't move. My dog in the car will alert me if you do."

I stand and wait.

They approach me with two tickets and tell me i can go home to my child. The first cop tells me someone shot at him two days ago. I tell him I'm sorry he went through that and that his job must be hard.

They pat themselves on the back for being such nice, empathetic cops.

I go to the car. It takes me a minute to start it because I'm trying to twist just the metal part of the key. It finally starts and I drive the rest of the way home slowly.

I didn't know until afterwards that they put down that I was going faster than I actually was. It's a higher charge for going 20+ over.

Can't stop thinking about how if my skin was darker, I probably wouldn't be alive right now.

tittyinfinity

I did not realize the situation went on for more than an hour. I called 911 about 5 minutes after I was pulled over and called my partner as soon as they let my go.

I can't get pictures of every bruise on my own nor do I want to show all of them, especially my face. But these ones are from the handcuffs and from having my arm grabbed.

tittyinfinity

I'm going through multiple shitty situations at the same time, including an ongoing court case against my abusive ex. I'm tired.

I really need help.

Cashapp: $niceworkbonedaddy

Paypal: yanidork

Venmo: nicework_bonedaddy

tittyinfinity

Here's what some of the bruises look like today

On a less depressing note. You wanna see my shirt. My shirt fuckin rocks

tittyinfinity

I get to see these assholes in court today 🙃

I could not sleep last night because of the anxiety and I woke up 2 hours late so that's super fun. I have to leave in an hour because it starts at 10 and I'm an hour away

On the bright side, my boyfriend took the day off so he could go with me, so I won't be doing it alone 🥹

I'm gonna be pleading not guilty to both tickets and invoking my right to stay silent so this is just the first court date 😭

Anyway

My check was over $600 short this month due to a Medicare premium that medicaid used to pay for. I make $826/month on SSDI.

I was given $217 to last me the entire month. They told me they'll be taking $200 more next month. I closed my donation campaign right before it happened (check the notes for updates).

I could really use some help taking care of myself and my kids this month. I have to make four 2-hour trips this month for appointments and will need gas to do so. I already maxed out the amount i can borrow from cashapp & they decreased my borrow limit due to not paying things back quick enough so that made me lose a hundred more bucks. My uncle was going to give me $400 to help me out, but he won't give it to me until I go out to dinner with him apparently and I'm not gonna be in town until the end of the month.

I just keep running into shitty situation after shitty situation. Please help

tittyinfinity

I've also got this to take care of

Sigh

tittyinfinity

MY PARTNER JUST GOT FUCKING FIRED FROM HIS JOB

WE REALLY CAN'T CATCH A FUCKING BREAK!!!!!

He told his coworker to "mind his own business" when asking really invasive questions and it turns out his coworker was a family friend of the boss!!

WE HAVE THREE KIDS TO FEED

His shitass coworker has no kids and constantly brags about not having bills to pay because his parents are financially supporting him while he goes through school. Nothing wrong with that! I'm glad some people have that opportunity! But he doesn't understand that he just basically said "Hey, I don't care if you lose your ability to house and feed your children!"

Please help us, oh my god I can't take this stress anymore

twistcmyk

i'm scared to show you

arrimorr

monstersovka

🌙🏠 DREAMCORE 🌈☁️

uroko

by: ともたかサーフ

battle-for-dyke-island

you can be loveless. You can literally be loveless. It’s allowed. You aren’t, like, evil or anything. You are in fact awesome. Please accept yourself and be compassionate to yourself if you are loveless. It is not something wrong with you.

nickshutter

My new game, Million Bouillon, is out now! It's a short and strange little game jam game about experiencing a digital space until you're ready to move onto the next one.

I made it over the course of a few months for the SOUPJAM2026, in which we make games inspired by dong yarhalla's SOUP (2009).

SOUP itself was inspired by LSD: Dream Emulator, and plays similarly (but in a much more compact fashion).

I fell in love with SOUP-likes after streaming both SOUP ROOMS and the original SOUP not long ago. I saw the game jam as an opportunity to pull together all the disparate styles of art I've developed. I hope you enjoy your visit, if you take the time to play!