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Waking up at 11:15 a.m. to a wonderful breakfast bowl made with love by Ana filled with Granola, Strawberries, Bananas, and Acai Berry Almond Blend.
All day shift at China Wok.
It's a steady afternoon for deliveries.
A girl calls to place an order. After I write everything down she hands the phone over to her boyfriend to pay for the food. Both of them sound super baked.
"I'm gonna marry this woman," he explains.
Me: "Oh yeah?"
Boyfriend: "How much is it—you know what? I don't even care how much it is cause I'm gonna marry this woman."
Delivering an order to a storage unit facility. A rugged black man wearing a mechanic's suit meets me at the front gate. He's got a cigarette in his hand. I'm given exact change. He apologizes for not tipping, "Sorry, I'm broke."
I just smile crookedly and say, "Alright," in response. I bicker about it in my head as I drive off. God, that excuse gets so old! Why are you even ordering food like this if you're so broke? If you're really scraping for pennies go to Kroger and stock up on Ramen! Saying I'm broke is such a lame copout.
Because of how busy it is I don't have time to stop home for lunch. But Ana arrives for a visit with treats. She joins me on a few deliveries.
I complain about how hungry I am.
Concerned she says, "Oh, well I could've brought something from the house for you."
Me: "Yeah but there's nothing really there and there's no time to prepare anything. It's okay. I'm going to Bojangles!"
[Ha-ha-ha]
I pick up an Egg and Cheese Biscuit from Bojangles. I can't even remember the last time I had one of these tasty greasy things.
Me: "I wonder how many other people eat in the car like me."
Salt n Vinegar Chips and a fancy Ginger Ale Soda compliments of Skipp, our food fairy.
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I notice what happens whenever Ana, or anyone, visits me at work, "Part of me doesn't like you visiting because you have to see this bitter side to me. I feel like I'm always complaining and venting to you about my work problems."
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On some of the long drives we listen to a Radiolab podcast about quicksand.
The night continues in an autopilot fashion. Not accumulating as much tips as I'd like. People just aren't as generous today. We've got a new part time driver. He says he's originally from Afghanistan and knows four languages. He seems intuitive and chill. Worked at Bella Pizza before here. Ling says business is supposed to be booming in February so I guess that's the reason they hired him.
Oatmeal Raisin Cookies.
Off work and back home.
Fried Shrimp with Garlic Sauce, Broccoli, Onions, Carrots, and Rice.
Watching The Patriot (2000).
Downstairs, a debate gets fired up on the role of police enforcement in society. Darren, sick as a dog and coughing every minute, still manages to take the reigns over the argument. Kevin thinks we need order and without the police there would be chaos. Darren thinks without cops people would link up and defend their own communities as vigilante types and so chaos would be controlled.
Sleep 3:30 a.m.
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