Monday September 30 2013

Ghostly (Sept 30 2013)[i]

Waking up at 11:05 a.m.

Blueberry Bagel with Vegan Cream Cheese. Orange Juice.

All day shift at China Wok.

On the down time waiting for orders I have plenty of opportunity to read and research on various things. Preparing myself for Obamacare. Laptop radiation exposure when using on lap or in close contact with skin. Limiting exposure to radiation should be a priority. Conclusions I've come to in my research: Using a headset or headphones when talking on cell phone will prevent/lower radiation exposure, texting over placing phone near ear will also limit radiation exposure, when using laptop on lap make sure power cord is unplugged.

"We speculate that keeping a laptop connected wirelessly to the internet on the lap near the testes may result in decreased male fertility."

The most helpful concise article I found...

Use 20-20-20 rule to prevent eye strain in prolonged use of the computer.
"To help you deal with this problem, the 20-20-20 rule suggest that after every 20 minutes, you (the computer user) should take a break for at least 20 seconds and look at objects that are 20 feet away from you."

Five Guy's French Fries with Ketchup. Honey Green Tea.

Kinder Chocolate.

The orders pick up around 5 o'clock. Steve comes in at 6 to help with the dinner rush. He takes down an order over the phone for $292 worth of Chinese food. Wow. It's obviously a desirable order to deliver as it has a 99% chance of being a wealthy tip. Of course, the turn of events don't work out in my favor. He ends up delivering that one along with quite a few others. It's not even him in particular that I don't like. It's just the fact that I get paid under minimum wage to work this whole day and depend on the maximization of orders/tips. He strolls in here for a mere 3 hours and profits more than half of what I'm gonna make today. 


Disdain. Animosity. Anger growing. And now I have to deal with two separate instances where my car won't start because of possible battery failure (I should include that it wasn't hard to find nearby people to offer help). And of course while I'm dealing with this battery bullshit Steve, or Ming, is taking orders that I could be taking if it wasn't for this car problem. Nothing works today. I feel defeated.


I pull up to the restaurant an hour before my shift is done and find Elliott. He's here to scan some show flyers at FedEx next door. Ling gave me an egg roll they couldn't sell that had a hole in it. I slip it under the wipers of Elliott's car. When he comes out of the FedEx office I say, "Oh, it looks like someone gave you an egg roll." Apparently, he's never even tasted an egg roll in his life.

Me: "You mean to tell me out of all the touring and traveling you do, and all the Chinese food you ate, you've never had an egg roll?"


He rides with me on a delivery to Atlantis Apartments, a place known for stiffing. This customer ordered plenty of times before and I know what to expect: nothing. I explain to Elliott that last time I gave them a memo stating that drivers work for tips.

Before I head in I say, "We'll see if it worked."

I come back out with $3.

Me: "It worked! It really worked!"

Off work and back home.

Hot and Sour Soup with Broccoli and Rice. Kinder Chocolate.

Watching Shadow Dancer (2012).

Taking my bike for a ride. I make my destination Lynnhaven Middle School's track field off First Colonial. I'm surprised to find a ghostly white mist hovering over the grass; all the objects and structures I'm familiar with during the day now look drastically transformed. It's like the dark side of the moon. I ride lap after lap on the track meet while intently listening to an audio book of The Great Gatsby via iPod. The basketball courts give off a haunting romantic loneliness. I lie down on my back, the concrete cold and slightly moist, and gaze up at the stars. Each one flickers it's own brilliant rhythm. I should do this more often.

Back home.

In the kitchen Kevin and Josh are making bets on whether or not Richie will eat the bat we have in the freezer for $50. Josh doesn't underestimate Richie's barbaric wildness. But Kevin seems to think it's too far out of Richie's league to pull off eating a bat. Sasha comments, "I love this house."

Cinnamon Raisin Bread. Milk.

Sleep 4 a.m.

[i] Image by me.

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