California’s Proposition 22 allows rideshare drivers (Lyft, Uber) to remain independent contractors. More than 70% of drivers said they wanted to keep the flexibility to work whenever they want.
However, the proposition includes benefits that most independent contractors don’t have. Under Prop 22, Uber and Lyft designed a hybrid model: freelance with benefits.
Here’s the gist of how driving for Lyft and/or Uber will change moving forward (this excerpted from an email I received from Lyft):
Now that Prop 22 has passed, drivers will maintain their independence and get important benefits, which include guaranteed earnings, new healthcare subsidies, and more…
The coronavirus pandemic has left about 36 million Americans out of work and many more either furloughed or underemployed. Small businesses, including micro-small businesses of one (aka independent contractors), are either closing up shop, scrambling for work or praying their Economic Injury Disaster Loan goes through.
In California, we’ve been sheltering in place since March 17. While working from home is nothing new to me — I’ve been working from my home office for most of the past 21 years — everything else has changed.
I’ll admit: the first few weeks were rough. Depression and anxiety moved into my life…
Nothing brings more lead-legged discomfort in duathlon (and triathlon) than the dreaded final run.
After six years of duathlon racing, that bike-run transition hasn’t felt any easier for me. I’ve had second runs where I’ve almost threw up my drink, runs reduced to a relative shuffle and runs where — oh happy day — I ran well and passed several competitors.
With proper training, pacing and fueling, you can improve your run off the bike and cruise to a successful finish.
Holy matrimony happens for all sorts of people, regardless of education, background or common sense. Why did the Love Boat pass me by?
“When you come back, you better be married!”
Those were the last words I heard as I hurried out of the hotel banquet hall near the end of the Smyrna High School Class of 1989 10-year reunion. I knew I should have skipped the surreal experience of revisiting those four years of trauma and insecurity ten years and, for many, 10-plus pounds later.
But revisit them I did, spending a Saturday night eating a bland dinner in…
Are you a runner or cyclist interested in trying something new? Or have you recently started exercising regularly and want a challenge outside the gym?
Many budding athletes turn to triathlon as their first multisport event. But nearly as many say they either struggle with or just really don’t like to swim. More skip multisport altogether because they can’t fit in the time to swim, don’t have access to a pool and can’t afford all the extra gear.
There is a way to get your feet wet (figuratively speaking!) in multisport without sticking a toe in the water.
The baguette, the goat and sheep’s milk cheese, the olive assortment, the wine, all neatly arranged, both wooed me and sent me into a panic. I nibbled a few olives, accepted tastes from the cheese plate, and forced myself to drink the wine slowly. As a cool breeze rustled the vertical blinds on Joe’s sliding glass door, I fixed my gaze on him, on his artwork, anything but this assortment of enemies that Joe had set between us in his sunny Oakland kitchen.
We started dating as I was recovering from an eating disorder. He knew this about me but…
Career Transition is an Inside Job
It was the Friday before Fourth of July weekend. Children from the nearby daycare ran back and forth in the strip of bright green grass below my apartment. I heard their laughter and felt a mild breeze through my open windows. As the rest of the country geared up for a fun-filled holiday weekend, I put my head in my hands and cried. There was no drama, no major event to trigger the tears. Just another day spent at a job that made me miserable, and I saw no way out.
Deep down I…
Sometimes it takes the threat of losing something to make a person fight like crazy to keep it. After ten years struggling with anorexia, I decided I’d rather keep running competitively than go through life starving.
The trauma of my boyfriend’s sudden death, at age 29, from a fall down a freight elevator shaft, triggered my eating disorder. My preoccupation with weight started a couple weeks later, when I realized that shock and grief had caused me to lose five pounds.
Over time, I tried to keep the downward trend going by dieting for no reason (I’ve been thin my…
On my thirty-third birthday, I sat across from a brilliant, handsome man at a hip, downtown San Francisco bar. We sat at a small table, oblivious to the chatter around us.
Hours later, we said our goodbyes. For the first time, he kissed me goodnight. And then he went home to his wife.
I saw the shiny gold band on his tanned finger — that finger — the first time we met. Don’t go there, it said. Case closed. But an attraction that I fought to dismiss pulled me into something beautifully and horribly wrong. The affair, and its dramatic…