Okay, so here is the deal-ee-o.
If you receive an invitation to an event, and it tells you to call or email a certain person to get your ticket, don't decide to just go off the board and take your fucking order anywhere you want and expect the reservation fairies to bring it the the right people.
Also, if you are a volunteer at an organization and friends of yours want to come to an event, don't call the person ( in a paid position with said organization) in charge of taking the reservations and say "Bob and Susan want to come" and the assume that said (newly hired) reservation person will know who the fuck Bob and Susan are and what the hell they want to eat. AND that even though you called in for good old Bob and Susan they are not sitting at your table.
Thirdly, when Bob and Susan get around to sending their cheque in and the cheques have Mr. & Mrs. Smith on them, do NOT call the reservation taking person and be all snarky about how Susan uses the last name Jones. Then Susan should get her own fucking cheques or perhaps tell Bob she has no desire to Mrs. Smith.
I have spend all weekend in front of the fan that the shit was hitting.
There are a few ways of being upset when you discover a fuck up at your job. There is the " Omigod, I can't believe I did that ( or forgot to do that, as the case may be) I am soooo going to get fired for this" kind of upset, then there is the "Every time I have to work with Arnie things get MESSED-UP...ggggrrr" kind of pissed off.
Me?
I am experiencing the " I'm sorry, can I just show you my drivers license, because it seems that I am Josie Totes and not in fact the Amazing Fucking Kreskin and can not read your fucking mind and I can not in fact pull addresses and names and menus out the fucking air." kind of upset.
I have a meeting coming up. Either things are going to get straightened out, or I am going to have a whole lot more blogging time on my hands.
I'll keep you posted.
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