Whining, Bitching? Is There A Difference?!

This blog is for whining, right? Well good thing, I need to whine and bitch and YES, I have wine :)  Truthfully, I think I need to do more bitching, than whining.  We whine about things that bug us or stuff we can't fix & we bitch about things that bug us and stuff we can't fix too...but bitching just seems more appropriate a word.  Go with it.... ok? Oh &  PS, my spell check isn't working, and again some wine is involved...you have been warned.

*** Nope, blogger wont let me fix those fucked up little "&" signs either! I had to copy and paste this from Twired as I accidentally posted it there first. Oops.

BITCH drank all my wine!

As some of you know, I work for a company called Restaurant Events Inc. Basically our company helps meeting planners & local DMC's  find restaurants/bars/similar venues for their clients looking to do large dinners, restaurant buyouts, dine-arounds, reservation programs, progressive dinners, block parties etc...all based on their specific requests.  We're a great resource because rather than the meeting planner or direct client having to call 10 different venues, get 10 different quotes etc...we have all of the pricing, menu info and more on hand. In turn, the restaurants pay us to represent them & bring them more business.

That said, I had a lady contact us a couple of weeks ago. I will call her "M." M is a meeting planner for Kaiser health group.  The hotel they were booking into couldn't accommodate their size group & combined budget for dinner, so they referred her to us.  She had a super crappy budget with 80-85 people for private space: reception & dinner.  A couple of days later I presented her with a whopping two options. I just couldn't find space that would take that budget. Sure many restaurants had a menu that would fit, but the food &  beverage minimums required to secure that space would have been too high...for her company.  Luckily she ended up going with one of my two suggestions.  We booked her group on the patio of a local seafood restaurant for July 27th, per her request.

Cut to this morning.  She emails me about finalizing the menus choices & I'm a bit surprised at how eager beaver she is. I'd sent her a contract &  left some things TBD, telling her we could finalize in the next few weeks.

No offense Mr. Beaver.

That's when I get this response: (real response from my work email!)

"I'm out until I see you in San Diego, can you give me a ring now? "

My out loud response.."Ummmm, what?!?" RED FLAG!

So of course I scramble to my file and look at her ORIGINAL email...yup, it says JULY 27th. All my emails following that say JULY 27th.  Did she mean JUNE 27th?!?!?

I called her & immediately yet calmly said "So, you're out of the office for a month?"  As I suspected she tells me the event is on Monday.  Um....NO IT'S NOT LADY!  I proceed to inform her ( and fwd her the original email) that says JULY 27th.  She seriously says in a Daria (skip to .31 sec) voice, "Oh, I meant June 27th, I already sent out all of the invites....shoot."  SHOOT?!?!

I couldn't believe how unaffected she seemed to be....Even worse, it's like she just thought finding space for her ginormous group with a shit budget would be easy on the fly. I mean lady, I can't just pull a venue out of my ass for Monday. There's a HUGE pharmaceutical conference in town.  I basically just told her I'd call the Harbor House on the extreme off chance they'd have the patio available, THIS Monday. One of the busiest Mondays of the year so far.  Silently I kep thinking the lady was shit out of luck and would end up at TGI Fridays.

Long story short, I FINALLY heard back from the GM at the Harbor House & they could accommodate them on Monday.  I called to give her the good news & though she genuinely (sort of ) thanked me, I still got the feeling that maaaybe she didn't think this was a big deal.  How the hell did she not notice JULY 27th plastered all over each email we sent back and forth, let alone the contract which she'd yet to sign.  Crazy enough, she later brought up the date on the contract saying she thought it was my minor mistake?! Um...WTF lady?! What planet are you on???

Ok I feel better.

xo J

Are They Actually a Different Species?

Warning: I am writing this a little pissy. Hmmm, quite a bit pissy.

Also, this post is brought to you by the amazingness that is the McFlurry. I am expecting the sugar to kick in in a few paragraph's time.

 

I want to keep this as short as possible but I can't guarantee that. You know I love a good ol' flight-of-ideas rant.

I have been seeing this guy, we'll call him Mr X, for about a month. This is my first foray into a 'real' adult relationship and I really, really like this guy. In spite of this rant, I do still really like him, and hope everything works out. But I just need to let off a little steam, so hold on tight...

This is happening inside my head.

I do not understand how males and females can be SO DIFFERENT when it comes to communication.

Really? Is it hard? Do you have some alternate method of communication? ESP? Clearly not, because you're not reading my mind right now. (insert quip about how Edward Cullen is perfect here).

We have a relatively good history with communication. The preferred method appears to be text message. I am OK with this. I may or may not have altered my cellphone contract within days of things getting serious to increase my monthly text allowance. We text A LOT. Multiple times per day. Tens of texts per day. And I like this.

Cut to last week. Things change. Granted, there are extraneous factors. Mr X gets a new job. It's stressful. His troubled friend comes to town and needs support. And the texts decrease markedly. I get it. People are busy. It's cool.

Cut to Friday night. This is now a week after I sent him a carefully worded "when we hang out can we please do something other than watch movies cos I want to have conversation with you" text. Fuck. Have I scared him off? Haven't seen him all week. I phone him because I'm travelling and I know he's stressed. He doesn't answer. That's fine.

Here's an issue: don't send me a text back saying you'll call me when you get home, and then not call.

Sugar, you are my life now.

Hello, sugar rush. I'm really getting into this now. You guys are great therapists. Speaking of, this week will be a packed session on the couch. But that's another story.

So, I hear nothing on Saturday. Hmm, I think. I know he's busy. I'll call this evening: Voicemail. I leave a light, cheerful, 'hope you're OK' message.

Sunday, I think something might be wrong. Then I think no, let's just see what happens. I will not text. I will not text. I do not text.

This better be your reason.

Monday (today) rolls around. When we last spoke, last Wednesday, we agreed tonight would be date night. Somewhat hopefully, I think perhaps this means we might go out. You know, like a real date. But at this point, I'll take any form of contact. Please bear in mind, despite the ranting, what I said above. I do really, really like Mr X. I'm torn between wanting to kick his arse and jump his bones.

Sooo, I hear nothing today. I wait. I try not to be angry. I rationalise my frustration. I take calming breaths. When he's not here and hasn't been in touch by 7pm, I text:

"Are we still on for tonight? I thought you were coming over after work" <--- please note no nicknames, smiley faces or kisses (which are my norm).

"I'm soooo sorry, I totally forgot." There was more, but this is the need-to-know. Please bear in mind that this is the first communication I have heard since Friday. Three days ago.

This about wraps up my issue. It's just so fucking frustrating! Are men actually from Mars? Surely I am not the only woman to be frustrated at this chain of events? Ladies, I neeeeeed you. I need to hear how the whole male race sucks at this. I need to hear that I am not alone.

And also, whether or not anyone ever died from McFlurry-induced sugar surges. I'm booking in for my type 2 diabetes test now.

Over and out.