I hate people. I really do.
Dec. 19th, 2009 05:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wiseheartEntry behind a cut for swearing and general bad words.
I wanted to finally buy the thirce damned Christmas tree today, as I was completely swallowed by mind-numbing work and Christmassy things (for the kids) all week. So, I went down to the nearby market in the midst of a small snowstorm - yep, it's snowing here like crazy, too - at 16.10 in the afternoon. The vendor, from whom I've been buying the goddamned Christmas trees for years, told me to get lost because they wanted to pack up and go home.
Now, just so that you understand: we've had a regular workday today, substituting for December 24. So, theoretically, I could have come directly from work, wanting to buy my fucking Christmas tree. That I didn't, since we work different hours at school, doesn't matter. I could have. Mum and I have been abroad in the fucking snow storm because we needed to do things we couldn't because of my stupid working hours, so no, I simply couldn't be there earlier to buy that fucking tree.
I'll never, ever buy as much as a twig from that vendor again. In fact, I'm considering not buying a tree this year at all. And since Mum fished out of the garbage bin a Christmas present that I'd thrown away because I found it insulting - and that twice! - I'm pissed off at her, too.
Oh, and tomorrow we're gonna have our annual Christmas concert. At 18.50, in a church that - while not particularly far from the place where I live - is a bit complicated to reach. Even without the snow storm of the decade going on. I just hope I won't lose my voice till tomorrow; in theory, I'm gonna have three contralto solo parts, unless plans change in the last minute, which is known to have happened.
I wanted to finally buy the thirce damned Christmas tree today, as I was completely swallowed by mind-numbing work and Christmassy things (for the kids) all week. So, I went down to the nearby market in the midst of a small snowstorm - yep, it's snowing here like crazy, too - at 16.10 in the afternoon. The vendor, from whom I've been buying the goddamned Christmas trees for years, told me to get lost because they wanted to pack up and go home.
Now, just so that you understand: we've had a regular workday today, substituting for December 24. So, theoretically, I could have come directly from work, wanting to buy my fucking Christmas tree. That I didn't, since we work different hours at school, doesn't matter. I could have. Mum and I have been abroad in the fucking snow storm because we needed to do things we couldn't because of my stupid working hours, so no, I simply couldn't be there earlier to buy that fucking tree.
I'll never, ever buy as much as a twig from that vendor again. In fact, I'm considering not buying a tree this year at all. And since Mum fished out of the garbage bin a Christmas present that I'd thrown away because I found it insulting - and that twice! - I'm pissed off at her, too.
Oh, and tomorrow we're gonna have our annual Christmas concert. At 18.50, in a church that - while not particularly far from the place where I live - is a bit complicated to reach. Even without the snow storm of the decade going on. I just hope I won't lose my voice till tomorrow; in theory, I'm gonna have three contralto solo parts, unless plans change in the last minute, which is known to have happened.
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Date: 2009-12-20 11:38 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-12-20 09:41 pm (UTC)The concert was a success. I sung well. And I got wonderful prezzies from my online benefactors, so holidays promise a good time.
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