This past week felt like one long candle that never pulled back. Dec 22 to Dec 28, 2025, the market was open every day, and I stayed in it. Not metaphorically. Literally. Grocery aisles, parking lots, checkout lines, deliveries, repeat. While people were switching off for the holidays, I was switching on again and again, accepting the next batch like it was the next entry on a chart I had to trade.
The headline number was 1,372.06 for the week. That is the weekly close. But just like crypto, a weekly close does not tell the story of the wick. The wick is the fatigue. The wick is the traffic. The wick is the stores picked clean. The wick is the substitutions that look simple on a screen but turn into ten minutes of scanning, messaging, waiting, and hoping the customer responds before the clock eats your margin.
The structure of the earnings tells you what kind of week it was. Batch earnings came in at 663.62, with 648.62 in batch pay and 15.00 in promotions. Tips landed at 708.44. That split matters. It means the week was carried by service and by execution, not just by base pay. It means every smooth handoff and every careful bag and every “found it” and “replaced it” added up. People tipped, and that is appreciated, because it is proof that the work is felt on the other end.
Active time was 40 hours, 48 minutes, and 13 seconds in La County, and I completed 61 batches. That is not a casual pace. That is a volume week. That is showing up day after day and letting repetition do what motivation cannot. That is building the week the way a long term holder builds a position: one good decision at a time, stacking results, staying liquid enough to keep moving.
Now zoom into the daily candles, because this is where the story breathes. Monday closed at 102.35, a slower start, like a market waiting for direction. Tuesday ripped to 263.80, then Wednesday followed with 236.69, and that is where it got real, because Wednesday was Christmas Eve. You can feel the volatility in the stores on Christmas Eve. The crowd moves like everyone is late, because they are. The shelves get thinner. The lines stretch longer. You are trying to be fast while everything around you is designed to slow you down.
Then Thursday, Christmas Day, closed at 80.97. On paper that looks small. In real life it is its own kind of heavy, because working on Christmas is not only about money. It is about choosing the grind when most people are choosing rest. It is delivering while families are eating. It is navigating a day that is quiet in some places and strangely urgent in others. It is not glamorous. It is just work.
Friday came in like a breakout: 299.37. That was the bounce back after the holiday. The day after Christmas is its own market too. People are depleted, stores are resetting, and demand surges in weird pockets. You take what you can get, you optimize the route, you keep your head down, and you focus on clean execution. Saturday cooled to 142.72, and Sunday finished strong at 246.16, closing the week with a final push like the last hour of trading when everyone is trying to set their position before the bell.
Here is the part nobody sees. The body pays first. My back hurts. I am exhausted. And still I kept moving, because this is what the grind looks like when you are serious. It is not a motivational quote. It is not a highlight reel. It is choosing the next batch when your legs feel heavy and your mind is foggy, because you understand that consistency is the only strategy that survives volatility.
This week was not luck. It was repetition. It was discipline. It was treating Instacart like a live market and treating my energy like capital. Spend it wrong and you are done early. Spend it smart and you survive the week. I do not know what next week will look like, but I know what I proved this week. When the calendar turns into a holiday and the world slows down, I can still execute. I can still produce. I can still close green.