I intend to write more about my ideas of love, and how I've viewed it in the past, and how I view it now, but first I have to write about the antithesis of love: fucking asshole customers.

Yesterday I came home and ranted for hours to my poor boy about how horrible people can be and how much I hated my job because I had to be spoken down to by rude, old, assholic jerky customers who think it's okay to condescend to the shopgirl because they can!!

I misunderstood what some European man said in response to me asking if he needed any help and he went off on me like I had 8 heads. It's not so much what he said, as how he said it. I felt about two inches tall. I apologized, turned on my heel, and muttered "fuck you" under my breath and hid out in the basement, taking out my aggression on the cardboard boxes that needed to go out. Being overly tired, and somewhat sensitive these days, I thought that perhaps I had overreacted, but no, a coworker and another customer had overhead the exchange and were absolutely shocked and appalled at his behaviour. Score one for me. Stupid jerk. Karma'll get him, I hope.

Where is the love?