After coming home from a long and tedious day at work the first thing Sofia did was grab a bottle of vodka and poured a much needed drink. The shot was downed in one swallow. This had been a long, stressful day. Dealing with picky people that were not only picky but arrogant to boot as well was tiring as hell and set her in a bad mood as well. Often times, her work seemed to be filled with them and over the years she has found dealing with them to be easier but they were still annoying. She felt like she needed a little extra encouragement to help calm some of that bad mood before heading to bed, vodka always did the trick. Since she was not much of a drinker it always seemed to knock her out within an hour or so. Once she was finished, two shots were always enough for her, she put the bottle back and decided to go take a shower.<br/><br/>She turned on the hot water first then adjusted it to the right temperate with the cold before she stripped off her clothes and got in. Two shots of vodka and a nice, warm shower. Definitely a good end to a bad day, Sofia thought to herself as the water ran over her body. Once finished she stepped out and dried herself off, throwing on simple silk pajamas and a pair of socks. The floor could get really cold during the winter, even up stairs, thanks to those unreliable repairmen not coming by to fix her furnace. The heat has been out for about a week now and she had to set up a few heaters around the house in order to keep from freezing. Having a nice warm shower and then stepping out into the cold was never a fun thing so she also wore a robe over her pajamas.<br/><br/>The phone rang the moment she stepped into her bedroom. Not surprising, it was her best friend, Gale, calling her. She always called her around this time. Unfortunately Sofia was not really in the mood to talk so their conversation got cut a little short this time around. Gale seemed a little disappointed but the girl has always been one of the most understanding people sheâ€™s come across. They could meet up and talk some other time, usually the weekend was their time to do so.<br/><br/>With a yawn, she finally crawled into bed, thinking about everything that happened today. As stressful as it had been she had gotten a lot down. Three sales today, which was a big accomplishment for her; some days she would be lucky if she got one or had someone that showed interest. Her mother and father would be proud of her, if they were still on speaking terms. Some days her family really pissed her off so she was determined to show them that she was better than they were. Call it a bit of a vendetta if you will. Sometimes she could really be a little stubborn like that sometimes. She liked to show people up, prove she was better, especially whenever she was pissed off at someone. Everyone had that potential in them somewhere, the urge to show someone up, and she made no efforts to hide it in any way. In fact people often joked about it.<br/><br/>Sofia smiled to herself as she closed her eyes. Hopefully tomorrow would prove to be a good day as well. When she finally drifted off to sleep, no matter how childish it may seem, her dreams were filled with positive thoughts about being better than her parents.