"Free Ninja Scanning" --
Sunday, March 16, 2003
It is the fourth time this week I've gotten up at 4:00am to come to work. I sit here and I wait for someone to call me and tell me that something is broken and I fantasize about pissing on something very valuable. I am the newly crowned technological janitor.
Sunday. At least I think it is. When you get up at 4:00am to come to work, do you know what you do when you get back home? You go back to sleep. Since the dawn of man, we have been going to sleep at night and getting up in the morning. Our sleep cycles naturally adjust to that of the sun. Sleeping during the day runs them together.
The neighborhood is naturally deserted, because no sane person is shopping or eating at this hour on this day. Nothing is open. I have to walk to Market St. to find anything to eat, and the only thing open is Starbucks.
"Name?", he said.
I look around. Theres no one else here. For once Starbucks is as empty as a dorm-room fridge and this guy wants my name.
"Aaron", I say.
"Is that with an E or an A?", he says as he reaches for his tiny black grease pen.
"An A, please"
Why did I say please? I just want a fucking coffee and to climb back onto the beanbag under my desk where I can wait quietly for my cellphone to ring.
"Coffee for Aaron?"
"Thanks"
It is 6:40am. I dont really care what day it is. I just know that tomorrow at 4:00am, there will be no alarm clocks and no hot showers. Only sleep.
