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the days
I work for a cafe close to a subway station. People come and go, they just spend their tiny moments of their lives in this tiny place.
I serve this guy for almost 3 years. He seems harmless, at least to this cafe employee. Yet his pathetically ordinary atmosphere really annoys me. He comes to the cafe almost everyday. Well, it maybe just 2 weekdays and 1 in weekends, which is practically everyday for going to a cafe to drink a same god damn thing. Every time I see him, my day is over. It is just unbelievably sad. He smiles a lot. And I always want to betray it. I try to annoy him. I want to upset him. I want him to give me the what-the-fuck look. Taking orders wrong, taking too long to serve, making the muffin too hot so it gets burned, I would do anything to see the sad face. However, he never gets annoyed. And that really annoys me again. This circle goes on for 3 years.
I'm sure you can tell I really hate this job. I really do. Just baking scones, making shit coffee, surrounded by beautiful hipsters as they think they rule the world. And why did I pick this job? Simple reason is I need money. I tell this to people not to admit that I'm also a part of this useless predictable shallow hipster culture. Because, I am not.
I hate Williamsburg, I mean it. Especially Bedford Avenue. I only work for this depressing place because I used to live on Metropolitan Ave, yet I live in Bushwick now. I hate people live in Bedford, new people by the river. Young hipster wanna-bes, who actually can afford to do everything with their incomes. Let me tell you, most of pure young hipsters get some support from their parents, or someone. If you are already in 30s and in the fucking same situation, don't even realize you now only hang out with younger ones, and forget how old actually you are, Congratulations. You are the national treasure; Losers.
Me? Nah, I won't stuck this job for long. Im telling you. I'm just making some money because I don't have anything interests me yet. Now is not the timing for me. I love music, art, photography, cinemas, and all that. I know I'm gonna do stuff like that in the future, I'm good at it, all my friends tell me so. I just gotta eat for now.
When the guy from the cafe told me he always knew that every mistake I made was on purpose, I was good at not showing a freaked-out face. I said it was not on purpose and he was misunderstanding. He said that was ok, and he would forgive me. I told him it was all coincidence. He kept telling me it was all good, and he was not upset. I whispered him to please go and fuck himself. He seemed shocked at first, but laughed and asked me to go on a date in next weekend. At this time, I was really bad at hiding the freaked-out face.
The next weekend, we had a walk together. It wasn't really a date, just walking in the park by the river. I still hated the new people who live in the area. He asked me if I wanna take the water taxi or not. I didn't say anything only because I really wasn't sure if I wanted. He walked to the ticket machine and we realized that water taxi is closed till the next month. I felt some people looking at us thinking we were stupid tourists. I was really embarrassed. He notices my face expression and said there was no need to be embarrassed. I was upset. I really was.
I serve this guy for almost 3 years. He seems harmless, at least to this cafe employee. Yet his pathetically ordinary atmosphere really annoys me. He comes to the cafe almost everyday. Well, it maybe just 2 weekdays and 1 in weekends, which is practically everyday for going to a cafe to drink a same god damn thing. Every time I see him, my day is over. It is just unbelievably sad. He smiles a lot. And I always want to betray it. I try to annoy him. I want to upset him. I want him to give me the what-the-fuck look. Taking orders wrong, taking too long to serve, making the muffin too hot so it gets burned, I would do anything to see the sad face. However, he never gets annoyed. And that really annoys me again. This circle goes on for 3 years.
I'm sure you can tell I really hate this job. I really do. Just baking scones, making shit coffee, surrounded by beautiful hipsters as they think they rule the world. And why did I pick this job? Simple reason is I need money. I tell this to people not to admit that I'm also a part of this useless predictable shallow hipster culture. Because, I am not.
I hate Williamsburg, I mean it. Especially Bedford Avenue. I only work for this depressing place because I used to live on Metropolitan Ave, yet I live in Bushwick now. I hate people live in Bedford, new people by the river. Young hipster wanna-bes, who actually can afford to do everything with their incomes. Let me tell you, most of pure young hipsters get some support from their parents, or someone. If you are already in 30s and in the fucking same situation, don't even realize you now only hang out with younger ones, and forget how old actually you are, Congratulations. You are the national treasure; Losers.
Me? Nah, I won't stuck this job for long. Im telling you. I'm just making some money because I don't have anything interests me yet. Now is not the timing for me. I love music, art, photography, cinemas, and all that. I know I'm gonna do stuff like that in the future, I'm good at it, all my friends tell me so. I just gotta eat for now.
When the guy from the cafe told me he always knew that every mistake I made was on purpose, I was good at not showing a freaked-out face. I said it was not on purpose and he was misunderstanding. He said that was ok, and he would forgive me. I told him it was all coincidence. He kept telling me it was all good, and he was not upset. I whispered him to please go and fuck himself. He seemed shocked at first, but laughed and asked me to go on a date in next weekend. At this time, I was really bad at hiding the freaked-out face.
The next weekend, we had a walk together. It wasn't really a date, just walking in the park by the river. I still hated the new people who live in the area. He asked me if I wanna take the water taxi or not. I didn't say anything only because I really wasn't sure if I wanted. He walked to the ticket machine and we realized that water taxi is closed till the next month. I felt some people looking at us thinking we were stupid tourists. I was really embarrassed. He notices my face expression and said there was no need to be embarrassed. I was upset. I really was.
writing and photo by suku
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