I hate Fridays in March
The next couple of weeks are going to be total bullshit.
Next weekend is the bridal show that we bought and, more precisely, that my department handles. SO. That means we've been dealing with the woman who started the show and sold it to us because she's still involved (let's call her P), trying to sell people into it, dealing with vendors who want to be in the show but are only getting in touch with us NOW, trying to nail down coordination between the people doing the hair and makeup and booking models for the fashion show.
That in itself has been a fucking shitshow because P is actually coordinating the booths & show (which is awesome cause she knows how and we don't right now) and has done this for so long that she knows these people. But we're dealing with them on the booking end and trying to make sure WE know what the fuck is going on.
Like, D thought the makeup person (one of them anyway, who said no to her to being IN the show and then yes to P) was going to be at the hair person's salon (which in itself was a switch from normal because they want to do the hair at their salon, rather than AT the show) because they're friends but then P said the makeup would be done at the show. But when she sends emails about ANYTHING about the show she only sends them to one of us despite there being a handy "reply all" function in email.
So while we're trying to make sure everyone involved with the fashion show part of the expo is on the same page the person who actually knows how and is coordinating this shit replies like a monkey on acid and never to everyone.
Like, it's just fucking frustrating and she sends so many emails, but they're never 100% clear. And I'd RATHER deal with her over email because she's a chatty Cathy about everything and I just DON'T HAVE FUCKING TIME.
The show is next Sunday. We'll be at the venue all weekend, though, getting prepared and helping to set up and stuffing bags and shit. Cause we have SOME of the swag stuff but not all of it and I don't even know what the fuck.
Also? PEOPLE IN THE WEDDING INDUSTRY ARE THE FUCKING FLAKIEST GODDAMN MOTHERFUCKERS I'VE PRETTY MUCH EVER ENCOUNTERED AND HOW THE FUCK DO YOU PEOPLE EVEN TIE YOUR GODDAMN SHOES IN THE MORNING WITHOUT POKING AN EYE OUT I DON'T EVEN KNOW HOW YOU CAN SEND AN EMAIL BECAUSE IT READS LIKE YOU'RE MISSING HALF YOUR BRAIN WHEN YOU TYPE AS;FHG;ASOHF;OASIHF;OAIHSF;AHSO.
The last weekend of the month, the 28th, is going to be hella weird. It's mom's birthday, which is cool, although she hasn't told me at all what she wants other than a "mall card" so she can get her hair done. But whatever, I don't know. Shopping for people is the fucking worst now, fuck.
BUT. My aunt from Ontario is flying in that day, as well. So mom might go with my family to pick her up at the airport 3 hours away, which is fine by me, but like, why? She's coming here for a week. WHATEVER.
ALSO my cousin, his finance/wife/gf person and their newborn are visiting that same weekend (I think?) and that's a lot of fucking people. People I don't really care about. I'm already feeling anxious about it, about the questions and the noise and the overwhelming nature of it all.
My mom gets it, because she knows where I am in my head and how I feel about groups and groups of family and family in general, but she's like, "you have to at least meet the baby."
And I'm like- "Why the fuck do I have to meet the baby?" Not in a, I refuse to meet the baby way but the thing is literally a month old. Like, I'm not going to interact with it. I'll see it and be like, "Yup. That's a baby!".
If they brought a new puppy, though...
So yeah. Enjoying this weekend for sure, getting in some down time before my head explodes in increments. I've been so overwhelmed these past couple weeks with selling and bridal expo stuff and learning the new ad taking system we upgraded and things that I've seriously started blanking out on thoughts, names, words, etc. I wonder if I'm having mini-strokes or something, that's how weird it feels in my brain by times.
The best part of these past couple weeks is that the weather is GORGEOUS. Like, 16, 17, 18 every day. Tomorrow it's supposed to be 19 but gusty, which is okay by me. We have a little bit of ice left where the sun doesn't get to hit it right in the backyard but there's even some green grass coming! The golf courses are opening and the street sweepers are out and it's just SO NICE out. I love it. The best!
Next weekend is the bridal show that we bought and, more precisely, that my department handles. SO. That means we've been dealing with the woman who started the show and sold it to us because she's still involved (let's call her P), trying to sell people into it, dealing with vendors who want to be in the show but are only getting in touch with us NOW, trying to nail down coordination between the people doing the hair and makeup and booking models for the fashion show.
That in itself has been a fucking shitshow because P is actually coordinating the booths & show (which is awesome cause she knows how and we don't right now) and has done this for so long that she knows these people. But we're dealing with them on the booking end and trying to make sure WE know what the fuck is going on.
Like, D thought the makeup person (one of them anyway, who said no to her to being IN the show and then yes to P) was going to be at the hair person's salon (which in itself was a switch from normal because they want to do the hair at their salon, rather than AT the show) because they're friends but then P said the makeup would be done at the show. But when she sends emails about ANYTHING about the show she only sends them to one of us despite there being a handy "reply all" function in email.
So while we're trying to make sure everyone involved with the fashion show part of the expo is on the same page the person who actually knows how and is coordinating this shit replies like a monkey on acid and never to everyone.
Like, it's just fucking frustrating and she sends so many emails, but they're never 100% clear. And I'd RATHER deal with her over email because she's a chatty Cathy about everything and I just DON'T HAVE FUCKING TIME.
The show is next Sunday. We'll be at the venue all weekend, though, getting prepared and helping to set up and stuffing bags and shit. Cause we have SOME of the swag stuff but not all of it and I don't even know what the fuck.
Also? PEOPLE IN THE WEDDING INDUSTRY ARE THE FUCKING FLAKIEST GODDAMN MOTHERFUCKERS I'VE PRETTY MUCH EVER ENCOUNTERED AND HOW THE FUCK DO YOU PEOPLE EVEN TIE YOUR GODDAMN SHOES IN THE MORNING WITHOUT POKING AN EYE OUT I DON'T EVEN KNOW HOW YOU CAN SEND AN EMAIL BECAUSE IT READS LIKE YOU'RE MISSING HALF YOUR BRAIN WHEN YOU TYPE AS;FHG;ASOHF;OASIHF;OAIHSF;AHSO.
The last weekend of the month, the 28th, is going to be hella weird. It's mom's birthday, which is cool, although she hasn't told me at all what she wants other than a "mall card" so she can get her hair done. But whatever, I don't know. Shopping for people is the fucking worst now, fuck.
BUT. My aunt from Ontario is flying in that day, as well. So mom might go with my family to pick her up at the airport 3 hours away, which is fine by me, but like, why? She's coming here for a week. WHATEVER.
ALSO my cousin, his finance/wife/gf person and their newborn are visiting that same weekend (I think?) and that's a lot of fucking people. People I don't really care about. I'm already feeling anxious about it, about the questions and the noise and the overwhelming nature of it all.
My mom gets it, because she knows where I am in my head and how I feel about groups and groups of family and family in general, but she's like, "you have to at least meet the baby."
And I'm like- "Why the fuck do I have to meet the baby?" Not in a, I refuse to meet the baby way but the thing is literally a month old. Like, I'm not going to interact with it. I'll see it and be like, "Yup. That's a baby!".
If they brought a new puppy, though...
So yeah. Enjoying this weekend for sure, getting in some down time before my head explodes in increments. I've been so overwhelmed these past couple weeks with selling and bridal expo stuff and learning the new ad taking system we upgraded and things that I've seriously started blanking out on thoughts, names, words, etc. I wonder if I'm having mini-strokes or something, that's how weird it feels in my brain by times.
The best part of these past couple weeks is that the weather is GORGEOUS. Like, 16, 17, 18 every day. Tomorrow it's supposed to be 19 but gusty, which is okay by me. We have a little bit of ice left where the sun doesn't get to hit it right in the backyard but there's even some green grass coming! The golf courses are opening and the street sweepers are out and it's just SO NICE out. I love it. The best!