2002-12-23 - 3:56 p.m.

I think I'm going to hell.

I just managed to bitch out the greeter at Best Buy. I was walking in, worn from thining about the work I have yet to do tonight, weary anticipating the long travel day tomorrow, and in general angsty about everyone gearing up for a holiday that's not mine. The store was swarming with employees in blue shirts, and as I tried to sneak to the music dept., one made eye contact with me and said "You don't look very cheerful."

"I'm not," I said.

"Whyyyy?" he whined.

I didn't say anything and kept walking, as if he were a drunk acosting me in the street. As I circulated the CD shelves I couldn't believe what I had just done. Usually I can at least fake some happiness, or at least some politeness. I wove in and out of aisles in the store, avoiding eye contact with the other Best Buy workers, sure that already word was circulating not to approach this customer; she's a bitch.

say what? - mas y mas!

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