the reality.

today was a first.
it was the first day of my last class in graduate school.
i don’t think the reality has sunk in.
i still haven’t grasped it all.
in just 10 weeks i will graduate.
graduate.
seems so final.
ushers in a whole new world–or maybe decreases my world by half.
looming decisions.
endless possibilities.

too much to consider tonight, too much thought…especially after dealing with the inconvenienced customer that after hearing her rant for a good 20 minutes conveniently left me with a splitting headache.
the reality seems a bit much at the moment…the reality of my headache and tired body overtaking me.
think i will just lay down and look at the pictures in my new book.

miserable.

miserable.
this lady must be miserable is the only explanation i have.
i am not sure why she is so miserable, but she is.

she came into the store tonight to voice her complaint.
she is still mad that the store was closed during the day for inventory…2 months ago.
no kidding, it was 2 months ago and she is still mad.
she is mad because she, the customer, was inconvenienced. she was inconvenienced in the time she took off work, the money she spent in gas driving to the store, and her emotional trauma for not getting her way right a way (this was not one of her complaints but it could have been…or should have been).

she could not hide that this issue was clearly about her and how she was wronged, how she had been inconvenienced, and how this company no longer cared about her as a customer because of how she was treated (i.e., because she was told she was not allowed to shop at the exact moment she wanted…even though she was told she could return in a few hours when inventory would be over and the store would open). her conversation was full of me, my, and i language. i wonder if she had any other pronouns to use…or were those the only ones she knew? those were definitely her favorite, so it seemed.

how could someone still be so mad at an event that occurred 60 days ago (and not even an event where she was hurt, but a petty event–if you will…even though she wouldn’t see it as such)?
i just don’t understand.
maybe i am just not that miserable.
and maybe i am just not that narcissistic.
hopefully, not.