nobody talk to me about weddings

had another wedding nightmare this week...i was flipping out because i had ordered the wrong type of tree (wish i could remember what type of tree i actually did want). i had all these spruce trees on my hands and didn't know what to do with them because they were too difficult to move (except possibly with an enormous crane). ummm maybe my coworker's wedding stress is getting to me...she was telling me all about the votives she bought and subsequent complications (supposed to go on the pillars, but the pillars cost money to rent so they have to go on the tables, but the florist was going to...etc.). all i could do was the feeble equivalent of "there, there, everything's going to be okay" to try to assuage her acute distress over interoffice im. i think i'd be a lousy wedding coordinator...i mean really, spruce trees?