Bottle of red

I've been home for an hour and a half and have averaged a glass of wine every 30 minutes. Red tonite, just to change it up. Captain bitch x has helped me not stop drinking this week.(excuse, i know, but my excuss, so there) So today I decided to be the bigger person and talk to cbx. She went with my one weakness in conversation, and engaged me in a botanical question and answer session. Turns out she is intimidated and doesn't know the plant stock and doesn't want to match my sales. I still don't like the yank, and being under educated in your field is no reason to start off your new job being an asshole .... I will give her a second chance, she should feel priviledged, I don't do that for some friends. She asked me for a crash course in trees tomorrow, so I intend to rattle on Latin names like a professor. If she really wants to know she will learn, it's not a job for the wittless, weak, or stupid. True colors should fly within the week. I know I kick a lot of shit, but my job is the one fucking thing I do well, and to have some half ass looking down her nose at me because I refuse to be a cookie cutter sales person is not right. I get dirty, surprise, no, i work in fucking dirt. I just want to plant things and get dirty and meet people that want to plant things, hell, I'm not an idiot, I know I could make much more money at other jobs, but my heart feels good when someone shakes my hand and tells me they really feel good about making the world a little better by planting something. I don't pretend to save lives or better the political outlooks or stop the war. I just sell plants, that I grow, and love and need more than any of the bastards that buy them. I don't know, I'm just tipsy and pissy, but it's my fucking job...I just hate being judged, and then having to shrug it off later when assholes realize that I'm fucking worth something and they need me... The cbx better bring a notepad, I don't repeat....