You better stop, look around, here it comes, here it comes, here it comes...

Alright everybody, anyone participating in the "Pre-Graduation Spectacular Meltdown Pool" get out yr tickets. Who has the time closest to Sunday, May 7 at 5:30? I've got good news for you---YOU WIN!
That's right-bets are off. You'll have to start a new pool if you're convinced this was just a preamble.
For those of you wondering the cause of the meltdown it goes like this: I was at work, doing my thing. A pain in the ass family (the sort that needed no fewer than 3 refills each of their drinks and are unhappy with everything for random reasons) had run up an $86 tab and rounded the charge to $90. So, I was a little pissed. Fuckers. Pieces of shit, pissant piles of used condoms covered in santorum. Rotting in hell is too good for trash motherfuckers like you. I hope your son ends up as some abusive neo-Nazi jock's punk in a maximum security prison.
OK-maybe that's extreme. But I'm feeling unpleasant and that kind of behavior is forty shades of fucking with me right there and I am in no MOOD to be fucked with.
SO-where was I? I had just got this shit tip. And I was clearing off the table, my hands were full of cups mostly. I was trying to put the cups up in the rack over in dish and one slipped out of my hand and broke.
That was it. I broke a glass. Something I do once a week at least. But that glass shattered and my knees buckled, I grabbed onto the dish shelf, trying to keep myself upright.
"Are you alright babe?" one of the other servers asked.
"No....I'm----I don't think I am." My head fell against my arm and I started to sob. Just, ridiculous childish pitiful tears. A came over and put her arms around me. "Shit, I'm sorry."
"It's alright. You're OK."
I did not feel OK. I felt like some covering had been ripped bare, that damn long fuse with inappropriate ignition again. Dammit, I think of myself as better than that kind of thing.
It doesn't help matters that I'm scheduled to be at work simultaneous with my graduation and lest we forget I have a week long class that'll keep me from being able to work basically at all until the 21st of May. Two weeks. No money. And it isn't like there's any coming in from other locales or anything. And I could with good reason be unemployed because of my unavailability for the next fortnight.
Every part of me just wants to break something. Pound on a wall until the drywall cracks or my hand turns purple with bruises. I'm angry, I'm sad, I do not have the ability to cope rationally with this mess that will be my life until the end of this month. Oh, sure, I'll survive. But the survival may be somewhat less than pretty.
And that's what bothers me. Not that I have these things to do, but how I will do them. Inappropriate actions seem like the only actions at my disposal right now.