July 23, 2013

I woke up. I can't remember when I woke up. I went to work at around 12 o clock. I drove to my mother's house and asked her to come with me to work. It's a family business and I did not want to waste any gas.

I reviewed the surveillance at one of our stores. I was rather disappointed. The 2 managers are always talking about how they are short-staffed and don't have enough time to do their tasks. One of the managers is just chatting away and not even helping the customers. It really pisses me off.

Then I think about the master narrative of so many minorities. We are always complaining about discrimation and unfairness and that we are not represented, but we never talk about how we can positively contribute to society as model minority persons do. I don't know. The whole idea of one narrative being the story of all the minorities is kind of ridiculous. And what if we face discrimation? Who the fuck cares? Go on and cultivate your own garden.

My mother and I head over to another location in Salem, New Hampshire. I have a nice conversation with one of the hairstylists there. I am going to renovate my salon in Manchester. I need some good ideas. He provides plenty of good ideas. I also like him because he's from Italy. He's foreign like I am and he works hard. He inspires me.

I get home at around 6:30 and eat. I love my kids and I take them fishing at 8. We don't catch any fish, but I get a few misquito bites.

I promise Daniel, my older son, that we will fish early in the morning. Late at night, I put his fishing rod in the car. I gotta be less selfish. I gotta let him learn fishing, teach him and NOT show him the FISH that I caught.

I can't sleep tonight. Maybe it's the coffee I drank at around 5.