damn damn damn
Aug. 30th, 2001 10:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
threeplusfireIt only gets worse.
Looking for something to wear today in my closet and I discovered why the cat was sitting on my shelf when I found her last night.
She broke my bottle of riesling from the Moravian winery.
My only bottle of white wine I brought home from Moravia, the bottle I was saving for next May for my birthday and my graduation, the bottle I carried for weeks and worried over, the bottle that made it across the ocean.
The bottle that can not be replaced.
I cried for almost an hour. It got so bad that I had to call my mom during her lunch break so she could help me calm down. I've felt horrible all through my shift, with this awful headache.
It's stupid to be so upset over a bottle of wine. It's just a thing after all. A thing, I've been telling myself all day. An irreplaceable souvenir of the happiest summer of my life.
Even hours later, I still tear up when I think about it. I don't even want to try to clean all the broken glass and figure out what has been soaked in wine. It's a mess in there.
I don't know why it didn't click last night that the spilled plant couldn't have made that breaking glass sound.
Today was my day of rude customers. The woman-hating gay man who couldn't even bring himself to say a word to me when I asked if he wanted a bag for his items, the haughty woman with a diamond as big as my fingernail, the couple with a small whining child who would not leave the store at closing. Bah. Add messy sections and tons of new stuff to shelve, and it turned into quite a stressful day.
It won't stop hurting and I wish I could just forget everything that happened last night.
Looking for something to wear today in my closet and I discovered why the cat was sitting on my shelf when I found her last night.
She broke my bottle of riesling from the Moravian winery.
My only bottle of white wine I brought home from Moravia, the bottle I was saving for next May for my birthday and my graduation, the bottle I carried for weeks and worried over, the bottle that made it across the ocean.
The bottle that can not be replaced.
I cried for almost an hour. It got so bad that I had to call my mom during her lunch break so she could help me calm down. I've felt horrible all through my shift, with this awful headache.
It's stupid to be so upset over a bottle of wine. It's just a thing after all. A thing, I've been telling myself all day. An irreplaceable souvenir of the happiest summer of my life.
Even hours later, I still tear up when I think about it. I don't even want to try to clean all the broken glass and figure out what has been soaked in wine. It's a mess in there.
I don't know why it didn't click last night that the spilled plant couldn't have made that breaking glass sound.
Today was my day of rude customers. The woman-hating gay man who couldn't even bring himself to say a word to me when I asked if he wanted a bag for his items, the haughty woman with a diamond as big as my fingernail, the couple with a small whining child who would not leave the store at closing. Bah. Add messy sections and tons of new stuff to shelve, and it turned into quite a stressful day.
It won't stop hurting and I wish I could just forget everything that happened last night.
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Date: 2001-08-30 10:06 pm (UTC)my mom suggested ice cream too
Date: 2001-08-31 05:20 am (UTC)Re: my mom suggested ice cream too
Date: 2001-08-31 06:09 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2001-08-31 04:32 pm (UTC)