Saturday August 28 2010

Shortly after 11 a.m. I wake up.

Breakfast: Toasted English Muffin with Butter and Blackberry Jam. Banana. Immune Defense.

I try to remember and hold onto specific things from my dream but I lose it altogether.

Starting my 10-hour shift at China Wok.

Sneak stop at Stoney’s Produce stand for a quart of fresh ripe figs, peaches, and a watermelon. I gorge on about 12 figs right away—they’re too sweet and ready.

Texting Margot…

Her: “So why’d you text me to see what I was doing?”

Me: “always looking for ‘whys’. why?

Her: “:( I like to know peoples motives”

Me: “sometimes the best part is not knowing. you’ll ruin the fun if you know.”

Her: “Or I won’t”

She visits me at work and tags along on a few deliveries. I go on this rant about how the stereotype that black people don’t tip becomes more and more true to me the more I work at China Wok. I’ve never been prone to believe generalizations and prejudice ideas about a particular race of people, but stereotypes exist for a reason. The fact is not all non-tippers are black, but in my 6 months experience working here, they make up about 90%. Why? They live in the same middle-class homes/apartments like anybody else. I don’t get it. I risk my life to bring these people their dinner, the fruits of their labor. Don’t you dare say to me, “You don’t do anything but hand me my food.” I’m your waiter on the streets! I put wear and tear on my van. I spend money on gas. I locate your residence. I’m your room service. I perform a service for you. I make possible the most convenient meal you’re going to eat all week. And you don’t have it in you to spare even a quarter? What a snob! Don’t waste my time. Pick up your own damn food. If the problem is lack of money then why are you ordering Chinese food? It ain’t cheap.

Quick stop at the house to make Lunch: Grilled Cheese with Tomato. Salt N Vinegar Chips. Mango Oolong Tea.

Continuing my work shift—as time goes on the tips get more generous and I feel redeemed by the end of the night.

A Mexican boy is standing just outside the restaurant wearing really expensive sunglasses trying to look cool and get his family’s attention from inside.

My mother texts me: “Son I love u more than u will ever know”

Finally at home, eating Dinner: Chicken Noodle Soup. Garlic Naan Bread.

Watching Law Abiding Citizen [2009].

Eating Chocolate Chip Cookies and Milk.

Roma: “Cooooookies!”

Playing Unreal.

Feeling like I deserve to completely veg-out for the night.

Sleep around 4:45 a.m.

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