Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday. Only three days, but so much seems to be happening now.
Wednesday I worked from 3 to 7 p.m. I’m not taking it that seriously, though it does provide comedic material. I’m the oldest person there and also not Chinese, so in the world of boba making – a very intricate world filled with complexities you would not believe – I’m automatically bottom of the totem pole. But since I’m also not the stupidest person, nobody knows what to do with me. One coworker told me I was doing the best out of all trainees and another coworker told me I “barely passed training.” I’m like, how do you even “pass” training? You don’t shit yourself?
I worked again from 6 p.m. to closing on Thursday. Afterwards I drove around LA and attempted to go to the Griffith Observatory at night. It was closed. I listened to Brockhampton. I came home and talked to my friend and ate tacos at 3 a.m. I journaled until the sun came up.
Then I moved out. It’s earlier than planned, but it was necessary and everything worked out. My friend and I aren’t getting along. I ended up moving into the half-a-room I was fretting over earlier. All things considered, I think it’s a pretty good deal. It feels very dormitory and I like that about it. I don’t know when my roomlord will be able to find someone for the other half of the room. For now, I’m enjoying being naked.
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