- Woke up (kinda) to my mom yelling at me to get up so I can watch over the Dish Network guy…apparently we are changing from Comcast to Dish cuz it’s cheaper. So I sit around very sleepily in the garage with the door wide open. Today’s morning weather was very strange…it was like we were in a cloud. Everything felt damp and cold…very unpleasant. kinda like when you are clammy and sick with fever…but not. Sat in clammy dampness for about 3 hours.
- Late to work at sushi cuz the Dish guy took freaking forever. Lunch was hella slow and the dampness was invading the restaurant as well because we kept the door open. Closing the door made it too hot but it was too cold to turn on air conditioning. Just weird…
- Slow lunch hour. Two sets of strange customers. One guy told me his order in a very slow, airy, sorta British accent. It was really strange to hear because he talked soooo slow and elongated all of his words. “Caaaan Iiiii have aaaa meesooooo raaaamen? With veeeegetable tempuuuuuuura? Aaaand a glass of waaaaater?” Sometimes I wonder if people just mess with other people just for the hell of it. Another set of two guys came in looking like twins. The same type of dark shirt and jeans, same hairstyle, same facial hair, almost the same face, but a little bit off? They also didn’t start ordering their AYCE until about 20 mins after they told me they wanted to get it. Later on night shift, I saw another set of two girls wearing the exact same SpongeBob shirt…..maybe it was twins day at foothill?
- For some reason, almost everyone wanted to go home today and get off early. Two people in the kitchen at sushi, one person in the kitchen at cafe, and I had to cover night shift at sushi cuz the girl told me she felt like a fever was coming on….seriously? Other strange issues being brought up at the cafe that I will not discuss here.
- Worked at cafe for a little bit. During the short hour, a smelly old lady in a wheelchair stuffed with crap comes in and orders two hot teas. Pays with all coins and then asks if someone can push her to the train station for 5 bucks. I tried to be nice to her, but I said “Sorry, we are a bit busy and short-staffed right now.” She says oh and slowly wheels herself outside and stays by the front door, staring at us. I find out that we are out of fries and that I have to go on a run to get some more…meaning I have to pass the old lady again. It’s times like these I really wish we had a back door at the cafe and sushi. She asks me again as I walk by if I could push her to the train station. I feel bad for her so I said ok, don’t worry about the 5 bucks, I’ll push you, smelly old lady. It will be my good deed of the year. I’m in a little bit of a rush since I still have to get fries and hurry back to work. All I can say is…my god…it is hard to push people in wheelchairs. (Thanks Tina.) Just like with biking, you really notice every single little hill on the road when you are pushing a heavy ass wheelchair with a smelly old lady in it. I start to chat with her.
“Where you going?”
“To the train station.”
“How did you get here?”
“Someone pushed me.”
“Where do you live?”
“On the streets here. I’m homeless.” (Explains the smell..)
“Where you heading to on the train?”
“Palo Alto, I have a spot there. What a lovely walk, isn’t it? At least when you have someone pushing.”
“Hah..”
I just kept pushing….. The day started to get hot and I could feel every incline. I was sweating and probably starting to smell as bad as her..besides being my good deed for the year, it was also like my workout for the week. And at every decline, the wheelchair would gather speed and I was very scared it would lose control and send her off the curb. We pass by moms pushing children in strollers…it must have been a very strange sight to see, young Asian girl pushing an old white lady in a wheelchair. We finally make it to the station and she asks me if I could take her to the other side. Oh…of course…I’m already freakin here, aren’t I? To get to the other side is a long ass 30-something feet ramp down, under a bridge, and then a long-ass ramp up. I practically ran down the ramp behind that smelly lady and heaved and pushed her all the way up the other side. And THEN she asks me to keep pushing until we reach the handicap waiting area which just so happens to be ALL the way at the other end of the platform. This btw, to whoever designated these waiting areas, is incredibly stupid. Why would you make a handicap person walk ALL the way to the other end of the freakin platform?? They are fucking handicapped! Anyway…she finally decides it’s far enough and insists that I take the 5 dollars even though I said it was quite alright. “It’s for soup,” she said. So I said take care and left….to walk all the way back to the cafe. One cafe staff tells me that God is looking down at me and will see my kind acts. Haha…maybe I will have some good karma…or maybe this was karma for Vegas…lol. Either way, things should be looking better from here on out?
- For some reason, the topic of my grandma was brought up a lot. One of our employees at the cafe was talking to me about how much she missed her. The lady I was working with today for some reason also brought it up and I started talking about her history, how she came to America, how she knew 5 languages, etc. Even that smelly old lady kinda reminded me of her cuz she was wearing this purple ski vest, kinda similar to the one that my grandma wore all the time.
- Glenn came by today, randomly. I haven’t seen him in a month or so.
Dead tired…worked 12 hours today with a half hour break and a workout in between too. Wonder what tomorrow has in store.
