Day 257: Traumatized by wine

I'm sitting with Sunshine in a cold dark very small room with a sliding glass door at work.

It's an area where we make graphics for the show, and I was there to train her.

This is the same place I sat a few weeks ago staring at boobs, strategically placing black bars over areas that needed to be covered.

I look out the door and see the guy I returned the concert tickets to, and I cringe a little bit.

I HATE confrontation, so I try to avoid it at all cost... hence the notecard I flung on the desk!

Laughing I told her she was my body guard and I was happy about it, mainly because she was in there with me, and knowing that made me feel secure because I knew he wouldn't come and talk to me because he's just as bad as me in that regard.

She kept turning around and looking out to catch a glimpse of him. Then she said 'is that him over there in the baseball cap?'.

I stopped dead in my tracks... 'what?! You don't know what he looks like?! You're the one who did recon for me a few days ago and you don't even know what he looks like?!'

I'm so happy I made it out of that experience unscathed, because it could have been so much worse.

But Sunshine is a great friend, when we walked out of the room, I told her we had to walk a certain direction and she was right there with me.... acting like she was super frustrated to keep my attention and to keep everyone else away.

Work is super stressful right now. It's hard being down 50 percent on your staff, and trying to train and get a new person up to speed, because there's no one to pick up the slack.

If we get a little bit behind... and we've been on the verge of it for a few weeks now... we're toast. Right now, we're in a hole and it isn't going to be easy to dig ourselves out of in a 40 hour work week.

As I leave work tonight, I definitely feel like I need a glass of wine. I have plenty of wine in the house, but it's nice wine and I don't want to bust it out unless it's a special occassion.

I always pass Trader Joe's on the way home and today I was really thinking about stopping for a bottle of wine.... but and there is a bit but in this story.

I have a little trauma about an incident that happened a few years ago, when I stopped in to grab some groceries during the days leading up to Thanksgiving.

The store was packed and I was doing my usual shopping. I wasn't making a big meal, just buying some groceries for myself.

I decided to grab a couple bottles of Two Buck Chuck to keep on hand at the house, so I went up to the display at the end of the aisle and planned my attack.

The display was a lot of wine boxes piled on top of each other with the fronts cut off in order to see the wine.

I knew it was imperative to take bottles from the top so the display didn't fall over, so I took one bottle and put it in my basket, then as I grabbed the second bottle it happened.

The display started to crumble... I didn't know what to do! My hands were full, so I tried leaning up against it in hopes of at least breaking the bottles fall to the ground but it was to no avail.

Before I knew it I was standing in a pool of red wine and broken glass... I was mortified!

People were walking around and starting to stare, they asked me to stay put, so there I stood red handed (pardon the pun) with not one but TWO bottles of 2 Buck Chuck in my basket and a pile of crushed glass and wine surrounding me as if I was at the center of a crime scene.

That incident still haunts me, even though it has been 3 years. I now... and may always.... think twice anytime I grab anything that resembles glass from any type of display.

Thankfully I realized I have a bottle of Beaujolais Nouveau from last year and I knew I was fine.