Today at work I had to put up a Christmas tree. It seems that every year we get a bunch of old-school fake Christmas trees, and to entice people to buy them, we construct a few. I can think of few experiences in my life more aggravating than trying to put that mother f&$%#!ing tree. Each branch had to be snapped in to a layer, and each layer stacked on a pole. I’ve got 5 welts on my hands from pinches, and a huge scrap from a failed attempt to snap a branch in. After thirty minutes of hell, I was sweating and angry, and still had to find some way to stand it up, since the damn thing didn’t come with a base. Even with my supervisors help, I could not get it to stand up in a base. Might have had something to do with the fact that all the bases we had are meant for tree trunks and not thin metal tubes. Eventually I gave up and just leaned it against the wall. Never again!
12/12/2007 at 11:36 pm Permalink
Bah Humbug!