I really just want this trip to end. Now.
May. 2nd, 2007 10:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
valis2Today I was awakened by the kind of phone call you don't really want to get. It was a store asking me where I was.
Yes, I screwed up the dates of a trunk show and had to take a frantic shower and drive like a crazy woman to get to a show. *sigh* I knew it had to happen eventually; I've been doing this sort of thing for five years, and thinking that, at some point, I had to end up getting the dates messed up somewhere.
Well, it happened today. Thank goodness the store owner is a total sweetheart, because she didn't seem to mind too much, but I felt like a total heel. The show wasn't that great, but at least there's a positive lining; I won't have to drive like a bat out of hell to arrive at Spokane at midnight...I can drive leisurely-like tomorrow instead, y'see.
So then I called one of the Montana stores to tell them that I wouldn't be able to make it on Friday, but I'd have to do the appt on Thursday instead. And then the store owner called back, totally confused...apparently I'd spoken to her husband before, and he never let her know that I'd called, and now she seems hesitant about the whole thing, like I'm trying to pull the wool over her eyes. I mean, I did call a month and a half ago, it's conceivable that he's entirely forgotten about it, but still, argh.
I am so relieved I'm at the end of this insanity. I'm actively starting to dislike it.
Yes, I screwed up the dates of a trunk show and had to take a frantic shower and drive like a crazy woman to get to a show. *sigh* I knew it had to happen eventually; I've been doing this sort of thing for five years, and thinking that, at some point, I had to end up getting the dates messed up somewhere.
Well, it happened today. Thank goodness the store owner is a total sweetheart, because she didn't seem to mind too much, but I felt like a total heel. The show wasn't that great, but at least there's a positive lining; I won't have to drive like a bat out of hell to arrive at Spokane at midnight...I can drive leisurely-like tomorrow instead, y'see.
So then I called one of the Montana stores to tell them that I wouldn't be able to make it on Friday, but I'd have to do the appt on Thursday instead. And then the store owner called back, totally confused...apparently I'd spoken to her husband before, and he never let her know that I'd called, and now she seems hesitant about the whole thing, like I'm trying to pull the wool over her eyes. I mean, I did call a month and a half ago, it's conceivable that he's entirely forgotten about it, but still, argh.
I am so relieved I'm at the end of this insanity. I'm actively starting to dislike it.
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