| Work ten times harder |
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| Written by OG | |
| Monday, 22 January 2007 | |
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1/22/07 – Kauai – 6:15am. Dreams. Head was mostly a swirl of how to make more money. Kauai is expensive, everything about it: Gas, food, eggs, cigarettes, property, electricity, etc. Lovely place though, I guess. I mean, yes it has jagged prehistoric mountains covered in thick tropical forest, a wide array of exotic plants, brilliant white Lite-Bright heavens, dark blue ocean, relaxing sun, sand and wind…but, there is a price to everything and my brain obsessed all night long about how to make more money. Bummer actually, I was enjoying the extra sleep, but woke this morning and had to tell myself to relax. Not sure what the obsession is about. I am modestly successful as a business man. Much more so than as a writer or actor. So, what’s the problem? There was a 20ish girl yesterday at some trinket shop we stopped in. I overheard her saying to woman cashier she was friends with, “I want to find a rich man someday.” And, they laughed. I always thought people like that were just fiction. My thought for her was, “And he won’t respect you more than a jingle slut that can be bought, used and discarded.” Anyway, there was another weird moment. In the same complex as the trinket shop we stopped for lunch. One of the cashiers, a white girl, was put off that I decided to order a chi tea after seeing that Paint Brush had ordered one. “You want a chi tea too?” she asked and forgot to say, “You couldn’t ask me that when she ordered? Now I have to make another.” Her facial expression and posture said this loudly. “Yes, I do.” “Anything else?” “Yes. A sandwhich and whatever Bee wants.” “What do you want” “I’m not sure yet.” Bee said. The cashier huffed and shifted wieght on her feet. Impatient she scribbled down my order and walked over to the chi tea machine. Bee, Paint Brush and I were all somewhat incredulously that this cashier was so snotty. We weren’t being unreasonable or pretentious ourselves. We were merely tourist asking to place an order in not the most efficient manner. Anyway, the food was bought and paid for, eaten and forgotten. It was mostly unmemorable, except for the snotty cashier. Hmm. Spent the rest of the day doing nothing. Bought some groceries for dinner. Over cooked the new York Strip steaks, watched a little TV while surfing for Rome, chatted a bit with Bee and Paint Brush who were having a conversation on the porch, then, went to bed an dreamt I need to work ten times harder than I am. |
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