everything is more dramatic in the rain. i closed the restaurant by myself as i watched the drops splatter on the glass doors. my shoulders relax down my back as i soak up the quiet where a few hours ago there was madness. no one to check my work, i do it for my future self, she likes a clean bar and to be fair, she has enough work to do, i can't leave a mess. i worry about liquor cost, we got the report from april and it wasn't good--around 36% when it should be in the low 20's. wonder if it's me, or did someone steal a bottle or botch the inventory. ah well, i don't really care, i'll be leaving here in a few months. this thought relieves the crunch, my time tested method for dealing with stress i guess...
in a minute, i'll get bundled up and hop on my scooter to go home. the clouds have no intention of letting up, it's rain time in the night. as the water marks my face, i let it wash my sorrows down the street. i'll wake tomorrow with a clean new heart.
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