Standing behind my counter at work yesterday, helping customers, I realized how extremely stupid most of our customers really are. Simple things, like knowing the difference between "accept" and "clear" are beyond their grasp. Following the basic definitions, you should know that when you hit clear, something is going to be cleared, or canceled. But they hit the button and get peeved at me that they hit it and have to resign. Customers really don't think of the most simple things, it's so irritating. I'm not saying I'm one hundred percent brilliant. But how many times have you slid a credit card; and tryed to force the side with the protruding text through the slot? If it's sticking, wouldn't that be an indication that it doesn't go there, and perhaps you're doing it wrong? Instead of trying again and again at trying to shove it through?

Odd people.

Meanwhile as Father's Day draws closer it really hits home that I don't have a father. It's mildly depressing I suppose, thinking that there's no one I can call dad, no one who's ever been there like a father for me. I've been having nonstop nightmares every night for ohh...the last week...They're all similar, all revisits to the verbal and {{minor}} physical abuse that occurred on a daily basis at my "stepfather's" hand. Eric knows what I went through, he understands why I have the nightmares...but I still feel horrible when my kicking and tossing at night wakes him, and he's up at 5am in the morning for work. They're making me sick too, physically sick. I haven't kept down like any food in three days...and as Father's Day draws nearer the worse it gets...I'm hoping I'll get over these dreams soon; they're so draining, physically and mentally.

I'm out for now, though I'm sure you appreciate the depressing look into my present mind, haha.

~TJD