October 6, 2008
October 6, 2008 – “Mexican Music”
There has been much more of what the office calls “Mexican music” on the cab radio lately. This is described as any sort of music with Spanish lyrics. Or Mexican lyrics, because the office most likely thinks that “Mexican” is a language. Typically music that originates in Mexico. In San Diego there are dozens of stations that play that sort of stuff. The cabbies are well aware of this.
It doesn’t get take much to get our dispatcher, Julie, worked up. Usually asking her to repeat herself will be enough. It wouldn’t be a problem if she knew how a radio (CB of HAM – I forget which one we have) worked. There’s a slight delay. And that she starts talking before she presses the button on the mic. She thinks that the drivers just constantly ask her to repeat herself to get her worked up. I’m not sure who that might benefit, or what the advantage of getting screamed at would be if we knew what address she had sent us to. I’ve tried to explain that several times to her. Julie’s convinced that the drivers just do that to taunt her.
At any rate she quickly loses her temper and fires off at the driver who asked for clarification. It usually goes something like this.
Julie: Cab 19
Cab 19: Go ahead
Julie: 14 Main St.
Cab 19: 10-9 (Repeat)
Julie: 14 Main St.
Cab 19: 14 Main St?
Julie: 14 Main St!
Cab 19: There’s no 14 Main St.
Julie: YES THERE IS!
Cab 19: No, there’s not. The street numbers start at 100.
Julie: Listen Carefully!
If the conversation gets this far, as it often does, Julie is already furious, and the disgruntled cabbies rally. A cabbie mutiny if you will. The fart noises, burping, and what the office despises most – “Mexican music.” If Julie had only be able to properly use the radio's mic she would have been able to inform the driver that they needed to go to 514 Main St.
The office has a theory on all of this of course. They’ve solved it. They’ve figured out who is playing all of that dreadful “Mexican music.” The Mexicans of course. Really? How scientific. I mean who else could it be right? You would need a sponge the size of Nevada to soak up all of the idiocy in that office.