Hi all,
hope this won't get too long, but it's been a while since I was so miffed.
Head office decides to participate in local fundraiser as in "buy and decorate a xmas tree and donate it to be auctioned off". Ok. I wasn't at the meeting because I was too sick to crawl out of bed. My collegue calls me to ask for my help because "you are so artistic". Yah. I agree and then she tells me that the budget for decorations is 40 bucks. FORTY DOLLARS NO WAY - YOU ARE KIDDING ME. Of all the cheap buggers!!! So now she decided to buy a smaller tree. OK.
We were supposed to go to my wholesaler and stretch the budget. Two days later she arrives at my office with the positively cheapest, ugliest dollar store tree ornaments I have ever seen in my life and there is not enough of it to cover even the smaller tree.
So, stupid stupid stupid me, sucker of all times, spends an entire day making bloody birdhouses our of branches. (That is the theme for the tree - what the fuck do birdhouses have to do with Xmas) I'm sicker than a dog. The last branch bucks out of the miter saw, flies through the air, ricochets off the wall and hits me in the knuckles; they are black and blue today. All the while I'm coughing like a fiend and break a blood vessel in my eye. I look like a bloody monster.
Today, we are to meet at 10:30 to decorate the blasted tree thing. I drive 30 km to the meet only to be told that she was really busy all morning. F..k., f..k, f..k.
Coming back into my driveway, the two pumpkins that I carved yesterday sit askew on their pots. I park the car and walk around and what do I see.....? I had glued burnt mini marshmellows onto the faces to immitate oozing cancer sores. Some bloody SOB racoon had gnawed off all the marshmellows from the pumpkins and ruined the faces, f..ck.
I open my email and was told that I lost a client and a lot of money in the process. ?@#$%& aaaaaaaaaaaaaarh.
Knowing that other people have problems worst than mine, I nevertheless had to post.
Oh God, the day isn't over yet.
Lori
hope this won't get too long, but it's been a while since I was so miffed.
Head office decides to participate in local fundraiser as in "buy and decorate a xmas tree and donate it to be auctioned off". Ok. I wasn't at the meeting because I was too sick to crawl out of bed. My collegue calls me to ask for my help because "you are so artistic". Yah. I agree and then she tells me that the budget for decorations is 40 bucks. FORTY DOLLARS NO WAY - YOU ARE KIDDING ME. Of all the cheap buggers!!! So now she decided to buy a smaller tree. OK.
We were supposed to go to my wholesaler and stretch the budget. Two days later she arrives at my office with the positively cheapest, ugliest dollar store tree ornaments I have ever seen in my life and there is not enough of it to cover even the smaller tree.
So, stupid stupid stupid me, sucker of all times, spends an entire day making bloody birdhouses our of branches. (That is the theme for the tree - what the fuck do birdhouses have to do with Xmas) I'm sicker than a dog. The last branch bucks out of the miter saw, flies through the air, ricochets off the wall and hits me in the knuckles; they are black and blue today. All the while I'm coughing like a fiend and break a blood vessel in my eye. I look like a bloody monster.
Today, we are to meet at 10:30 to decorate the blasted tree thing. I drive 30 km to the meet only to be told that she was really busy all morning. F..k., f..k, f..k.
Coming back into my driveway, the two pumpkins that I carved yesterday sit askew on their pots. I park the car and walk around and what do I see.....? I had glued burnt mini marshmellows onto the faces to immitate oozing cancer sores. Some bloody SOB racoon had gnawed off all the marshmellows from the pumpkins and ruined the faces, f..ck.
I open my email and was told that I lost a client and a lot of money in the process. ?@#$%& aaaaaaaaaaaaaarh.
Knowing that other people have problems worst than mine, I nevertheless had to post.
Oh God, the day isn't over yet.
Lori
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