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I don’t feel like I really belong in this world. Not like in terms of dying or anything, just in terms of belonging to this version of the world. I feel very weird, out of place. Everything feels strange to me, why does the world work this way?
Well I guess that doesn’t really matter right now, I’m just sitting at the bar in the café where I work on my lunch break. It’s a Saturday afternoon, so we’ve been on-off busy all day. Those yuppies in Liberty Village like to take their small dogs out for a walk on days like this so you know how it is. Shih tzus, Chihuahuas, Poodles, and Doodles, the canines are everywhere! I don’t mind them for the most part other than when owners try to bring them in the store. There have been quite a few more than you would expect who tried, and yes of course they were almost all white people making attempts.
It’s been pretty hot all day with the sun beaming down in a cloudless sky, so my boss made us put all the patio tables out. Doesn’t he know there is not enough shade out there? Our café is right on the corner of a cement intersection, they haven’t put the stupid baby trees down the sidewalk yet, everyone is going to get a burn out there! It doesn’t matter though, anything to make a buck am I right?
Inside of the store has been pretty chill. We’ve been pumping the a/c and blasting the Frankie Vali. Currently we have… um let me see… 3 tables occupied. One retired couple, a laptop guy and one couple sitting towards the back, I think they are on a first date. I wonder what they are all talking about, well maybe not the laptop guy he looks to be deep in a thought…either that or he spotted a big piece of dirt we missed on the wall.
The news has been freaking me out, things are getting weird in the Middle East. It’s strange, I feel like we just started the 20-teens or whatever this time is. The news coming out over there is wild, they’re calling it the ‘Arab Spring’. I told my friends what I saw there and online and they looked at me with the most confused look, turns out they aren’t paying attention to any of it. They are really missing out, I think this could be the revolution that region needs right now! Maybe it’s time to leave the world of 9/11 in the past.
Everyone I know believes I’m crazy to think it’s important to follow what’s going on even if it’s not your own country. ‘Focus on what’s going on here,’ they say -but they don’t even know what really happens in their own backyard! No one I knew actually followed the Occupy protest when it started last year in downtown Toronto or what’s been going on in the Idle No More movement. Everyone seems to be more concerned with Charlie Sheen’s tiger blood rants, the ending of Harry Potter, or Kim Kardashian getting a divorce.
Why am I not on the same page as my peers? Of course what Charlie Sheen said was funny, but surely it is not more important than human rights abuses in Syria. President Bashar Hafez al-Assad is a crazy guy and going to run havoc on that country.
I guess it doesn’t matter because it isn’t trending on Twitter. If it isn’t a Twitter trend it isn’t real right? That seems to be where we are going with the popularity of that site. I never really get it. I tweeted ‘yaaaaaaaaaaaayy jesuss,’ on Easter three years ago because I couldn’t come up with anything else important to say. Why do we put stock into what people say on a site like Twitter?
“Sarah,”
“-Oh!” I looked up, it was my supervisor. “Hi!”
“Hey,” Kayla looked at me. “Really nice to see you and all of that. Just wanted to let you know, you’re over your lunch break.”
“Oh yes you’re right!” I turned over my phone, the alarm on it was flashing but there was no sound coming out, I must have left it on mute. “Shit, I am so sorry!”
“It’s alright can you just hurry up and get back on the floor,” She sighed. “I want to go on my own break, and I can’t go until you are back.”
“Absolutely,” I stood up from the red leather stool and reached for my things on the marble counter. “Let me just grab my things and I will be right there!”
I scooped everything I had into my arms and scurried towards the back room.
“And don’t pull a fast one on me and go to the bathroom now instead of jumping on the floor. You better have peed during your break!”
“Don’t worry Kayla I know this minimum wage job doesn’t pay you enough to micromanage me that hard!” I called back as I pushed open the door to the back room.
Ain’t no capitalist going to tell me when I can and can’t pee.
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