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Granted...

...I have a fairly lofty opinion of myself, but it struck me tonight (again) just how...small some people can be.

To recap, my temple choir does a yearly show in which we sing showtunes and such. There are solos and they're handed out during rehearsals to whoever wants them. If you miss a bunch of rehearsals and thus, miss the handing out of the solos, tough cookies. You're supposed to be there. But this is not satisfactory (or rather, wasn't satisfactory) for one particular rehearsal-skipping woman. She decided that since she'd been with the choir for three years (which is actually two, since numbers, among other things, get slippery with this lady), she'd point blank ask for some solos after they'd been given out.

Pushy broad, this one. But she went and asked for mine. Which the director acquiesced to. Somehow. Don't ask me how, he's normally a fabulous man. But again, she's a pushy sumbitch.

So this hits me not in the privacy before rehearsal when mature people tell each other such things (wait, if she was mature, she wouldn't have thrown a temper tantrum and demanded solos....right...), but instead in the middle of the fucking rehearsal right before I was about to sing it. The fuck you say.

So, startled into silence by the sheer peevishness of such a display, I let her struggle through it (yes, it's too high for her, of course, but it's her absolute favorite, you know). At the end, I take her aside and ask if we might share it, since we sound good together, anyway. I'm told okay, reluctantly.

Phew, I think. At least there's something of an adult to work with here.

Wrong, oh me. Oh silly me. The next rehearsal, again in the middle of the goddamned rehearsal, Ms. Sumbitch announces to everyone that she'd rather do the song and surely I'd be all right with this.

The fuck you say. Again.

I seethe. Oh, how I seethe. But I learn lessons in craftiness and talk the director into adding a new piece to the show, where I get to do a solo and it can't possibly be her favorite, favorite song because, gosh, she already has one.

Meanwhile, I still have the very beginning and the very end of my original one, at least, since she didn't want to have to deal with those bits. Fine. Or so I think.

Tonight, again, in the middle of the goddamned rehearsal, she up and sings my part at the end. Sings it wrongly, sings it badly, ruins the fucking thing.

Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.

So I take a couple of deep breaths, wait until after the rehearsal like an adult and say, "Okay, if we're going to share it, we should get the timing right at the end. Let's practice it."

This is met with hemming and hawing and Oh-I-thought-we-agreed-that-I'd-do-the-end-or-that's-the-impression-I-had-from-when-last-we-talked.

The fuck you did, bitch.

I stare at her. I've had enough. "Actually, I'd like to sing it - whether we do it together or not, doesn't matter, your choice. But I'd like to sing it."

She looks vaguely embarassed (but also extremely pissy, so my empathy is abruptly cut off), and then comes out with, "I don't know how to say this - but I'd really like to have a song of my own." Keep in mind now, she actually has three other partial songs all to herself. Oh, but wait - she doesn't like them as much as this one [pity she keeps fucking it up then, eh?]...this is really her absolute favorite.

So, I look at her, think just how much better I am than her in singing, honesty, and apparently, life at large - and let her take the ending of her favoritest song in the world.

And remember her as petty and mean, like a peasant. Grubby words and selfishness, a gray little sludge trying to shine itself magenta-purple in the sunlight....and only coming away with a grimy, sooty puce.

I am a songbird of purples and reds.

You are beneath me.

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ravenblack
Apr. 29th, 2003 03:27 am (UTC)
You could have had some fun with it, with the public announcements.

[Loudly] "Oh? But before you said *I* could sing it because you hate singing in front of... what was the word? Oh yes, you said 'in front of all those tasteless slobs.'"
jalenstrix
Apr. 29th, 2003 04:46 am (UTC)
Mmm...tempting, but then I lose the whole, "Look how good and sweet and honest she is, while Sandi's being a sumbitch." (I have a very particular choir persona, as you probably guessed.)

As it stands now, the choir absolutely adores me, and is more than a little annoyed at her. This could definitely work to my advantage in the future. [wry grin]
halophoenix
Apr. 29th, 2003 11:31 am (UTC)
::cracks knuckles::
we could arrange for her to have a little "accident," you know...she won't miss her larnyx anyways, considering she's so bad..
::grins and giggles evilly::
jalenstrix
Apr. 29th, 2003 02:08 pm (UTC)
[grin]
And yet, there's a certain satisfaction in watching her screw it up in front of an audience. A painful, bitter satisfaction, but a satisfaction, nonetheless.

Side note: Mwah!
frankensteela
Apr. 29th, 2003 09:08 pm (UTC)
I *LOATHE* cunts.

I hope she falls into an industrial chipper shredder.

Want me to hit her? :)
jalenstrix
May. 1st, 2003 05:00 am (UTC)
[grin] Thanks.

An industrial shredder might be nice....but I do hope all her hair grows toe cheese.
trigo
May. 2nd, 2003 04:16 am (UTC)
Admirable
While everybody seems to have something to say about the sumbitch, no one said anything
about the really admirable part of your post.

I just loved the last 6 lines.

These last 6 lines, where you remind me of the many times people (older than me, with
higher ranks than mine, and who should be much more intelligent than me) act as big and important characters in their own world, but never realize that their world is so much smaller and insignificant than mine.

If I had to single out the few things I admire most in you, this characteristic will certainly be one of them.
jalenstrix
May. 5th, 2003 05:02 am (UTC)
Re: Admirable
That's it exactly - that such people feel the need to display such blatant...stupidity in demanding the attention of all. When they should know better, when they should not be embarassing children, but example adults - and they pointedly, painfully aren't.

I was told, actually, that I hold myself to a superhuman level of control, this being an example thereof. I don't think it's superhuman - it's what good people ought to do. The fact that so many people don't simply shows their lack of refinement.

(And yes, I still have a particularly lofty opinion of myself. [grin])


And thank you. [hug]
trigo
May. 5th, 2003 11:16 am (UTC)
Re: Admirable
You know how people always tell me that I'm an optimist and I keep telling them that
they're wrong, and that I'm actually a realist?

The same thing I expect from you. Not to say you have a lofty opinion of yourself,
but to acknowledge you have truthful / precise (I couldn't find the exact word I was looking for) opinion of yourself.

There is one thing, on that matter actually, that I've relearned lately.
Having a rather vengeful personality, normally I would dedicate some of my time for returning a favor to someone who made me feel that way. Not because I feel I must hurt him/her back, more because I enjoy doing it + I don't have many enemies, so if one's comes along why not use it?

Lately I've relearned something I forgot a long time ago - it's not worth it. If I have that much free time, I can accomplish better things. It's just not worth putting any effort in things like that.

I have to thank this for reminding me: (third quote)
http://www.angelfire.com/mi/libertyinstitute/es2of00.html

[hugs and wet kisses]
thewronghands
May. 3rd, 2003 09:29 pm (UTC)
I normally despise pitching tempter tantrums or public scenes. But I think I would not have been able to resist the opportunity to destroy her. And you could probably do it without losing your sweet-and-innocent facade, too. Just say (publicly) how upset you were when she was given your assigned solo even though she had missed the rehearsal where they were assigned, and how much that hurt you, but you tried to carry on for the good of the choir, and how you tried to share it with her and you have tried to work with her, and she doesn't seem to want to do that even though it was yours in the first place, and you try so hard and show up every time... And then cry.

You're so not going to come off as the bad guy there. Everything is true, you haven't personally attacked her (a la "and you fuck it up and you can't sing and you're a backstabbing bitch"), and everyone who may not know the whole story gets to hear how shabbily she's treated you. Because she really has.

Normally I wouldn't advocate airing the diry laundry in public. But this woman deserves it -- her whining to the director in private and springing things on you in public will likely only be effectively stopped by everyone knowing what she's doing.

And then slash her tires in the parking lot.
jalenstrix
May. 5th, 2003 05:04 am (UTC)
In the occasional daydream, I'm sure slashing tires will figure prominently. [grin]
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