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Waking up around 11 a.m.
Cinnamon Raisin Bagel with Vegan Cream Cheese. Orange Juice.
At China Wok. Little do I know I'm about to embark on a long and strenuous journey into delivery driver madness.
It's non-stop all through lunch – delivering one order after the other.
I manage to pick up some French Fries with Ketchup at Five Guys for sustenance.
Today's workload might be described as a conversation without a lull, a never-ending exchange of words.
Fiberful Chocolate Peanut Butter Granola Bar.
Getting stiffed more than usual doesn't make me feel good. I find myself griping and bickering at the wheel, angry as ever. I treat the passenger seat as a punching bag hoping to release this aggression. Nothing suffices. Nobody's listening. I sing a song of bitterness to an audience of none.
There's a Christmas parade at the oceanfront blocking most of Atlantic Avenue. Luckily, I don't have to deliver anywhere in the perimeter. Apparently, one of the floats caught on fire.
It was a terrible day, but probably worse in my head than it actually was. In the end it was just another day at the Wok and I accumulated money that I did not have before today, whether or not it was enough is irrelevant. And now I'm in my room – door is locked – phone is on silent – and the decompression begins...
Vegetable Lo Mein. Dark Chocolate Peanut Butter Cups.
Watching 1492: Conquest of Paradise (1992). Even though I know it's not a completely accurate portrayal of Christopher Columbus I enjoy Ridley Scott's movies.
At some point I manage to get to sleep.
[i] Still from 1492: Conquest of Paradise (1992).
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