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Just before 7 a.m. my beautiful adorable girl instigates morning sex. Then she's off to work and I'm back to sleep.
Waking up a little late for work at 11:13 a.m.
Wheat Flakes and Berry Cobbler Granola with Almond Milk. Tangelo.
All day shift at China Wok.
It's slow in the afternoon but I keep myself busy bagging the fried noodles, stocking the sodas, and washing off the pollen from the windows.
Egg Drop Soup with Fried Noodles.
Peanut Butter Bagel. Sparkling Clementine Izze. Milk Chocolate
Around dinner time business picks up dramatically. A storm is brewing from afar. The sky cracks open to a big rain. Thunder and lightening flashes in the distance. The streets start to flood. My windshield fogs up. I forgot my raincoat so I improvise by carrying a towel over my head. This bad weather only encourages people to call in with orders. It's non-stop.
When the clock strikes 11 p.m. all is settled. Cecily cashes me out quickly. I walk to the back to place my usual dinner request – they always cook me a meal at the end of the day. But to my dismay Ling and Ming refuse to cook anything else – they're just standing there chomping on McDonald's burgers (I've never seen them eat fast food before). "We no more cook." I'm very disappointed and slightly insulted because I drive all day long and the biggest thing I look forward to is a fresh hot steamy serving of Chinese food. I plan this into my meals. I don't plan to cook nor do I have the time to cook. All I want to do is relax after 11 hours of work. But I understand where they're coming from as they've been slaving away over the hot woks all day and they have to close the kitchen at some point. At any rate, I grab some unwanted Fried Chicken and an Egg Roll from a messed up order and head home. I throw the chicken together with some Arugula and Tomatoes and voila! Tummy happy.
Sleep at some semi-late hour.
[i] Adam Karig Haynes.
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