Since when did Christmas become stressful?
When you haven't done shopping and its 2 days away from Christmas. Actually my family opens presents on Christmas eve, so technically, i have one and a half days to shop and wrap all the presents and do a home run slide them under the tree. Great.
Still, Christmas is like the most wonderfullest time of the year. Everything's sorta in one of those Days Of Our Lives kinda haze that makes everything [and almost everyone] look pretty. Not to mention that the lights designed specifically to give a warm glow. I'm such a child, still in love with the ideal of a perfect world during Christmas where kids are happy with presents and parents are in love, where families are still bonded by a strong sense of kinship.
its Christmas. i refuse to think otherwise.
In any case, the office doesn't feel any christmas-sy at all... Stuck back in NUS even before term starts answering phone calls for the CORS system, and man can people be retarded. Seriously, i mean, HELLO? if you haven't even added any modules to your list, how the hell do you expect to bid for it? sheesh. i wonder how these people got into uni. And here i am, a long string of insults running through my mind [yes for you you slow-talking-long-winded-moronic-pea-brain-of-a-sorry-excuse-for-a-friggin-homosapien] but keeping it allllll in and putting on my fako sweet voice and making hmm hmm noises when i really wanna reach into the phone onto the other side and strangle them. i think the worst thing that irks me is that they speak sssssoooooooooo sssssssllllllloooooowwwwwllllllyyyyyy [so slowly] and then when i try to help them they get angry and one royal bitch of a graduating student actually screamed over the phone calling me a "god-damned inefficient worker". grrrrr. In the end, it was her retarded fault. I hope she felt supremely idiotic because she sure is and she sure sounds like one. Oh and then there are others who insist on telling you their entire uni life story, how last semested one friend could take this module, and now she can't take this module, and then she called her mother who called her friend and dunno what grandmother stories lah that i'm really not interested to know.
student: "ah.. harlow? ees dees der CORS helpch line? i want to require someting about the beeeding ah."
me: *shudders*