myraphim

Valentine's Day is done for another year. Retail is taking its toll on me. I'm tired of holidays being ruined by customers. Honestly. I don't understand the mentality of people who wait til after 5 on a major holiday and still expect $59 gift sets to be in stock. What part of "This was in the Sunday paper," honestly makes them believe the sentence is worth finishing on Thursday? Ah well. Like I said, it's all done now. Tomorrow begins the returning of gifts from ungrateful partners. Maybe I'll still have my goal in when all is said and done.

On a more upbeat note, I've finally had an enjoyable Valentine's Day. Probably the first one in a few years, even.

So that was all typed last night and I intended to finish it today. Things have changed. What I was hopeful and giddy about yesterday has proven to be a false hope. Spent most of the last two hours at work crying tonight, and when I got off picked up a couple six-packs of old faithful. It's funny how things work out... How one slip leads to a downfall you can't ever recover from. Even after you felt you were on the right path, and you were making progress. Those baby steps that seemed so rewarding were nothing but naive misreadings.

"I just want to keep it at a friend level." How those words can crush you when you think you've moved on from that.