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Waking up just before 11:30 a.m.
White Peach. Mango Greek Yogurt. Banana.
All day shift at China Wok.
Egg Wrap with Tomatoes and Non-Dairy Cream Cheese. Goldfish Crackers. Honey Green Tea.
It’s a putridly humid day but the rain refreshes my soul eventually.
In the late evening of my shift Ana tags along for the last leg of my shift.
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I guide her through some of the pet peeves and ugly consistencies about my job...
Me: “If you ride in this car with me you’re gonna be forced to listen to me go on China Wok rants. I’ll preach you a sermon.”
Delivering an order to Fairfield Inn, a hotel I frequently deliver to. As I’m parking in the loading zone another car impatiently waits behind me to keep moving. But I’m obviously not moving. I signal for them to go around. It’s a tight spot so they’re having a difficult time. I mean if I were them I would have no problem maneuvering through but they’re just tourists without my accomplished driving skill set. They pass by slowly while one of them inside the car yells out something not so aggressive about me being in the way. Ana and I take our delivery up to the sixth floor. I have her hand over the food to the ladies who happen to be Filipino like her. We head back outside and as we’re walking through the sliding doors a group of people pass by. One of them playfully roars at me. Without second thought I roar back.
Me: “Did they just roar at me? I think they did. What was that about?”
Ana laughs. I realize that those people were in that car trying to pass me earlier.
Me: “That’s too funny.”
It’s slow enough for about twenty minutes allowing us to be able to order Chinese food and eat together at the marbled table.
Fried Shrimp with Broccoli, Carrots, Onions, Rice, and Garlic Sauce.
Off work and back home up in my room with Ana.
Eating Cinnamon Rolls and watching clips from Coffee and Cigarettes (2003).
Appropriately enough she wraps up in the Philippine Airline blanket I kept from when I traveled to The Philippines and gets embarrassed too easily when I ask to see her phone where there’s a list filled with ideas of things her and I can do/share with each other. She’s adorable and genuine.
She leaves and I’m left to do some chores.
Sleep 4 a.m.
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