Sometimes I really wish I weren't so nice. There are situations where I think it would really be beneficial to be the type of person who can really ream someone out. Situations like this morning, for example. I arrived on time for a meeting (yes, it's Saturday), only to find the meeting room suspiciously empty. After checking with the hotel staff, the hotel meetings board, and my email to confirm that I was in fact in the correct place at the correct time, I was at a total loss. Did I make this meeting up? Am I sitting in a freezing cold meeting room, wearing a suit, at 7:30 am on a Saturday for no reason? Is this just a bad dream? There is breakfast set up, but no coffee... so, technically, it's more like a nightmare. My first response is always to think that I made some kind of mistake, maybe I'm at the wrong hotel, maybe the meeting is actually next week, maybe it was 7:30pm instead of 7:30am. Maybe I read the clock wrong. All of these things have happened to me at some point, sadly.
But no, slowly the meeting participants start to trickle in. Coffee is set up. This thing is going to take place.
Ah! The mystery is solved. The other meeting participants decided at dinner last night that 7:30am (on a Saturday, in case I haven't mentioned it) is far too early to hold a meeting, and convinced the meeting planner to push back the start time by an hour. Super! I concur! Splendid idea! Bless your hearts.
Would have been nice if someone had informed me, though.
I'm just saying.
Especially because if I had arrived at 8:30, instead of 7:30 (am) (on a Saturday) (in a suit), I would have missed the kind gentleman in the parking garage this morning who stared creepily at me while I parked my car and packed my laptop in my purse, creeping me out so much that I felt compelled to take the faceplate off my CD player, lock it in the glovebox, and put the club on my car. If I had been an hour later, he wouldn't have had the opportunity to approach me spewing a diatribe about having no fear in life, replacing fear with love, and allowing only pure love into my heart.
That's not fear in my heart, buddy. It's rage. Which I will do nothing about, because I'm passive-aggressive like that. Plus, it's too early in the morning (on a Saturday) to string words together and complain in a coherent fashion that this is news that would have been useful to me YESTERDAY.
How rude is that? It's common courtesy to give everyone a call... grrr.
*mental smacks go to them*
Posted by: alyndabear | Saturday, July 14, 2007 at 07:11 PM
How rude is that? It's common courtesy to give everyone a call... grrr.
*mental smacks go to them*
Posted by: alyndabear | Saturday, July 14, 2007 at 07:13 PM
Damn, that is WRONG. That would probably have pissed me off so badly I wouldn't have been able to concentrate on whatever the stupid meeting was about, anyway.
You should know better than to arrive at any meeting without stopping for coffee on the way in, however... silly!
Most breakfast meetings serve shitty coffee to save money, so it's always better to be on the safe side where the java is concerned, aye?
- M
Posted by: Marcheline | Monday, July 16, 2007 at 01:10 PM
That's awful!! Terrible meeting etiquette, I say.
At least you got some coffee (eventually).
Posted by: Laurel | Monday, July 16, 2007 at 07:07 PM
Oooooh, that's just mean!! Seriously, who DOES that?!? Rudeness all around, hope their coffee was cold and stale, and decaf. Hope yours was lovely, of course. :o)
xox
Posted by: heidikins | Tuesday, July 17, 2007 at 03:22 PM
7:30 in the morning on a Saturday with no coffee? You need a major raise.
Posted by: angela | Tuesday, July 17, 2007 at 11:42 PM