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It was 5am thismorning and I'm counting money at work, I write the date on the cash balancing form...September 7th, 2005...I don't think much about it.
Throughout the day I write the date on frozen food to be thawed, bank deposit forms, checks written to pay bills...september 7th, 2005...each time thinking I'm supposed to be somewhere today that I forgot about.
Work goes bad, people call in sick, we get busy, customers complain, worst day I've had in a few weeks...Septembet 7th, 2005.
I leave my day job to run as many errends as i can in the fourty-five minutes till I have to be at my next job. I stop home to let out the dog and
he's wimpering, more than usual. like he's trying to tell me that today means somthing. At the time I think he just wants attention because I'm on my 3rd straight day of double shifts...September 7th, 2005.
Night job is just as bad as the day job, busier than usual, customers complaining, I REACH MY BREAKING POINT, I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE, I HAVEN'T BEEN THIS PISSED OFF SINCE I WAS MARRIED...on September 7th, 2002.

At this point it hits me like a cup of tea thrown by my ex-wife...today would have been our 3rd anniversarry. After nine months of divorce, you try as hard as you can to forget everything, but there is one thing that stick in your mind...September 7th, 2005.