Sunday June 8 2014

Sleeping China Wok Girls (June 8 2014)[i]

Waking up at 11:15 a.m.

Wheat Flakes and Maple Quinoa Granola with Vanilla Almond Milk.

All day shift at China Wok.

The shit hit the fan here at the restaurant. I hear an argument spark between Ling and Ming in the kitchen. God knows what it's about. Their voices escalate to the point where I can't just push it in the background. The phone rings and I start taking down an order. All of a sudden I witness Ling and Ming wrestle with each other. I put the customer on hold, "Sorry, there's some problems here at the restaurant." It seems to be provoked by Ling. Ming scrambles to defend himself. They bump into the tables and counters. Eventually, Ling kicks Ming out the front door, literally. Later Ling explains that Ming keeps screwing up things and he won't apologize or accept his wrong.

Tuna Salad Sandwich with Tomatoes and Arugula. Baked Salt n Vinegar Chips. Black Tea with Honey. 

When leaving the parking lot to go on a delivery I notice a shirtless guy perched atop a Jeep playing the bass guitar through his stereo. Who does that?

Blueberry Peach Scone.

Just getting through the day slowly but surely.

Off work and back home.

Tofu with Broccoli, Carrots, Onions, and Rice in Garlic Sauce.

Ana comes over unannounced, only unannounced because I missed her texts and phone calls telling me she'd be stopping by. Apparently, I put on an attitude of I just wanna be left alone even though I don't mean to...but maybe I do. I had a long day at work and I usually like to reserve all my time after work to myself to recuperate from the last 11 energy-sucking hours. Despite, I invite her inside my room and we share stories and thoughts.

The guys are all hanging out downstairs. At some point Anthony grabs an opportunity to come inside my room. I'm still a little resentful of him for leaving so many messes at the house since he's been back. It may seem petty but I feel too old to be upset about things like that. Despite, he walks around my bedroom spouting things of a poetic and comical nature. He still wants to watch this Italian film with me, and in general would like to just hang out. I genuinely do too, but I can feel a general sense of resentment on my end that's hard to control. I know the next time we get a 1-on-1 it'll probably go away. Relationships are so fragile.

Ana spends the night. I join her in bed around 3:30 a.m.

[i] Image by me.

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