Monday March 12 2012


Waking up around 11 a.m.

Instant Oatmeal. Orange Juice.

All day shift at China Wok.

It's been an hour and a half and not one order has come through. The slowest lunchtime ever.


An endearing visit from...Margot. I almost said “the queen”. I remember calling her that for a time. It may still be appropriate but I prefer to hold the reigns and consider myself in control...even though sometimes I'm not.

Peanut Butter Bagel. French Fries from Five Guys. Honey Green Tea.

An excerpt from Adbusters: "Go out for a walk at midnight ... imagine your consciousness flying out there into the night sky ... past the moon toward the stars ... past the stars toward the Milky Way ... all the while asking yourself why there is something instead of nothing ... what happened before the big bang ... then keep going ... and then if you suddenly have a strange feeling come over you, a satori, then you may get an inkling of the answer."

It's that slow that I allow a visit to the thrift store across the street. I couldn't resist buying the rice cooker and beer bottle shaped Christmas lights. I notice a fairly attractive lady, a customer, at the register. I think I've seen her here another time before. Her tied up blonde hair, sunglasses, and hip tattoo triggers a faint memory. There's some kind of ring on her finger but that could mean anything. As she exits through the door she makes an effort to turn around and exchange a glance that says, hey I see you. I love missed connections like that.

Delivering an order to Thousand Oaks. I think I remember this lady. She opens the door a little surprised at my appearance, maybe because of how quickly I arrived with her food, or maybe just startled in general. But I recognize a subtle shift from the normalcy usually experienced with customers...I notice it in her eyes. But we go through the movements anyway. She signs the credit receipt and we make the exchange. I run off to the car and she closes the door then pauses for a second and yells back, “I like your shoes!”

Me: “Thanks.”

Maybe it’s the emphatic sunshine or the fact that its 69 degrees outside but I sense a fresh attitude in the air...a sexual zest. I don’t think I’m the only one that notices, maybe apparent in my encounters.

I notice a cloud of smoke coming from the woods of my neighborhood. Kevin called me. I call him back...

Me: “Hey dude.”

Him: “Uh. Just wanted you to know there’s a fire behind our house.”

Apparently two boys, 11 and 12, decided to have a little fun with an accelerant. According to our cop neighbor it cost over 50 grand for the city and their family is being evicted from their Chanticleer home.


Stephanie and Sarah stop by. When describing some of the missed connections today Stef jokes about me being a delivery boy fantasy.

Me: “I am every girl's delivery boy fantasy.”

Stef: “Ohmyga. I'm tweeting that.”


Me: “Oh no.”

Blueberry Yogurt.

It’s a steady dinner rush. At the end of the day it wasn’t a profitable day at work, but maybe profitable in other ways I suppose.

I bring over Chinese food to Margot’s...

Egg with Broccoli, Snow Peas, and Rice in Garlic Sauce. Magic Hat Beer.

Watching Thor (2011) together.

Satisfying sex.

Back home.

Brownies and Coconut Milk.

Sleep 3:30 a.m.

[i] Adbusters excerpt.
[ii] Firefigther. Image by Kevin.

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