its ok thats life

Coffee shop mishap

Michelle's pov

as i sit and await for my name to be called i go over today's events, "are you an idiot how do you get glenbo mixed up with glendo,didnt you go to school aren't you supposed to be some sort of genius " I can feel the tears pooling in the corners of my eyes threating to fall down. I can't help but to wallow in my self pity after a full day of comments against everything about me, from my appearance right down to my
intelligence, i am drained. And the sad thing is, I'm use to it, it's been like this. When it was discovered that i was alot smarter then your average bear i was targeted. first by my best friend, which looking back i really should have seen that coming. But unfortunately I chose to stay ignorant and was genuinely surprised when she became a turncoat. The next set of people who put a bullseye on my back was my then at the time boyfriend and his group of shabby hooligan friends. And as the cliche follows all of my peers decided they wanted to join in on the mockery, pranks, shunning and ridicule. which caused me to strive for early graduation from high-school. I thought I was safe but then it followed me to college and now at my place of work. It seems no matter where i go I'll always be the barrer of ridicule. And after-all these years i have built a tough skin but today its really hard because of the day it is its the
aniversary of my cats death and I hate-to be the one to use such a vapid expression but its like lost a part of me when he got hit by that car due to the negligents of my ex boyfriend i lost the only thing that loved me unconditionally with no judgement "Michelle"im brought out of my pity party by the sound of my name being called announcing my order i get up to the counter and grab my drink but when i look down its the wrong one im that instant a barrage of emotions hit me all at one but the one that stands out is saddness and frustration at that moment im tired of not being heard im tired of other people making mistakes and im the one who has to pay for them i turn around and call out to the Barista under normal circumstances i would have just excepted the drink and moved on from it especially cause she the only one back there and this place is starting to get busy but not today "excuse me"i say as soon as she can give me her attention "i didnt order this i ordered the
caramel frappe with dark chocolate chips and extra whip and caramel sauce and this is a unicorn coffe blast" then I set the drink on the counter and push it toward her with my receipt" im sorry" she replies" but right after you ordered your drink a lady who already ordered came up and asked if she got your permission could yall switch drinks i said it was fine by me but only if you said it was ok i saw her go over and ask you and you nodded your head so i assumed it was ok" as soon as she explains to me a vague memory pops in my head where a lady asks if i had the time nodding i gave her the answers she was looking for not knowing I just gave away my afternoon treat at my wits end i say as calmly and clearly as i can manage through the raising emotions trying to clog my throat "I'm sorry ma'am but it seems we both have been played cause theres no way i'd ever get this drink its far to happy and right now i am anything but i ordered a Carmel frappe to represent my burned soul that was once sweet like sugar but is now burned into somthing new and extra whiped cream cause life seems to wanna whip my ass extra hard lately with dark chocolate chips to represent the dark thoughts raining down in my head everyday i get this order because itd my only treat that i get after dealing with an asshole boss who in my opinion is unqualified and all his little ass kissing lackys whose heads are so far up his ass its amazing the man can even walk not to mention that almost evey one i work with is incredibly stupid to the point i oftentimes wonder where the hell they went to college because whatever school they chose needs to have every single one of it's stinky credibilities taken away"by the end of my rant i feel the tears of frustration anger and sadness flowing down i open my mouth to say more but the barista is already handing me my drink which surprised me I was so caught up I hadn't noticed she left and because of my rant I have the attention of the whole cafe which i hadn't notice got busier than before but what i didn't see coming though was the cafe was filled with every single one of my co-workers including my boss whos staring or rather glaring at me