crippled souls

Just came home from working a double shift. The second one this weekend. With the one Franzi. She had a very bad day, and I had to get her through it. In fact, she is having a very bad week.
She almost started crying yesterday. Just because her Ex is moving in with a girl, and so she has to take care of all her furniture and stuff.
Shit. I had to give her champagne at midday, just to keep her calm. I said: “Hey, let´s go have some ice-cream!” “No, I rather stay here - alone.” So I went – during our “break” shopping, she stayed at work.
When I came back, she had red eyes. So I went to the shop to get her some chocolate.
Whilst the cooks and I had dinner, she hit on the toilet – crying. I gave her some more champagne and chocolate, just to bring her down – but it didn´t do the trick. So I got Wiebke to give her a hug and talk her down, whilst I took care of our customers, after an hour or so, she seemed to be fit. But I had to give her some wine and had to listen to all her stuff…

On Monday, the same, after a hard-working shift at the newspaper, I had to calm down the other Franzi who recently broke up with her whatever.
It’s easy, just sacrifice all of your spare time, bottles of w(h)ine (you know, you will not even have three glasses of it) and lend your ears for some whiney gibberish about all men being bastards, about men being ignorant, stonecold relationshit-cripples and why, oh why they are always meeting the wrong guys.
Just get them drunk fast enough, so they can forget.

Same shit, different day.

I hate girls crying. Can´t stand the loss of control. I´m not nice, I just do what have to be done. I had to keep the one Franzi working. So I had to take care of her. The other Franzi need to stay in working order too. “You´re such a good listener.” Shit, that´s my evening you´re ruining, drink your wine!

It doesn´t bother me. I don´t give a shit about anything.