Sitting in McDonald's, using the free Wi-Fi and a power outlet for my laptop while the 4th episode of our vlog is slowly but surely uploading, I'm writing about another workday to kill time. After the sad message about the Jewish holiday, the captain finally headed to the same supermarket the next day, hoping there would be work. There were three of us working that day: Seryoga from Moldova, Dilya from Uzbekistan, and yours truly, the captain. The work is just amazing, I'd do it every day. But the day was ruined by the crappy weather, which seemed promising in the morning. We stood in the rain all day, ALL DAY! We arrived an hour late (at 10 AM) because someone overslept again and there was crazy traffic due to the weather. It all started when the manager ran into the room where we clock in and asked: -How many of you are here today? -Three. -One, two... wait, where's the third? (the guys point at me) -Oh, I thought that was a girl... The captain didn't hear it, or he would've punched him (if this were in Russia, but under American laws, I could've easily sued him). And that's not all; when we were already deep in work, running around the parking lot with carts, he ran up again and asked, "Where's the third?" The guys pointed at me again, and he said, "Oh, I thought that was a girl again." When Dilya told me about this on the way home, the captain was filled with rage and bewilderment: what kind of ugly women must they have if he mistook me for one? If hairy, bearded, 85kg, broad-shouldered women are normal for them, then I feel sorry for them. The work itself isn't hard. When you see a cart filled to the brim at the exit, you run up and ask if they need help. We hit one of the busiest days because the next day was Shavuot (some Jewish holiday, who knows), so there were tons of people. Long Island is considered one of the wealthiest areas of New York, so you won't find a car cheaper than 150,000 dead presidents. The funniest situations are when a girl, maybe five feet tall in heels, rolls out with a cart and asks you to help load her stuff into her car, and when you get to the car, you see it's twice as tall as she is. Range Rover, Lexus, top-tier Audis the size of a Hummer... if your car is lower than that class, you're clearly not Jewish xDDD. Actually, most American Jews are very friendly and pleasant to talk to. Almost everyone tipped. Those who didn't either didn't have small change, only had cards, or thought we were altruists not working there (these people especially admired us, especially if we held an umbrella over them), or they were just weird trolls. We earned 60 bucks in tips for the three of us and 50 bucks each in base pay. And we almost caught a cold, since you could wring a liter of rain out of each of us when we were picked up. Heading back there tomorrow, the weather promises to be good.