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Walking my dog in Miami the other day, I spotted something both funny and unsettling: A robot cruising down the sidewalk delivering food — and it had my name on it. The sight immediately took me back to a few years ago when I was behind the wheel with my pup in the back seat, delivering meals as my side gig.
At the time, I had just quit a toxic job with very little financial cushion and no clear next step. To say I was burned out was an understatement. My soul and my career needed a total reset. Thanks to the gig economy, I was able to make it work: Covering my basic living expenses, giving myself much-needed breathing room, and wearing out my then two-year-old dog.
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