The New Year Disaster

Well, my first official day of the new year did not get off to a good start. I was awakened a little past eleven by an angry editor. The supply box with the new books, the banner, the posters, order forms, fliers, etc., did not arrive at the conference. There she was, setting up, and the stuff was missing. I wanted to cry. I’d already received a stern talking to the previous month, for things gone missing-my lack of organization and/or attention to detail. I’d stayed late last week going over everything to make sure that none of the mistakes happen again, and bam! The supply box was missing.

I threw on my clothes and rushed to work to figure out what happened and re-print all the missing order forms, flyers, booklists, and business cards, as well as gather up supplies-like our back drop and other missing signage. It took a couple of hours, but I was able to get most everything together and back in time to set up a decent looking booth before the doors opened. My boss called while I was setting up the missing items, but I couldn’t really read him. I called him later to update him on what I did, but felt awful, and am dreading going in to work on Monday to face him and everyone else. My editor was so upset that the people for Penn State (the booth next to us) commented on it. They went on to tell me that they were missing items too, and that it happens to every one, and were really good about helping me out. So that was nice, but I still felt awful. It's not like me to make these type of mistakes, but how can anyone know that when I'm so new?

Sigh, it wasn’t the best beginning to the new year, but at least we were able to avoid a disaster.

On a different note, the Italian guy phoned me today. He wanted me to meet him tonight or tomorrow, but I wasn’t interested. I was actually pretty disgusted when he ended the phone call by sending me “kissed.” “Kissed,” he said, “kisses, and see you soon.” Yuck! I don’t need to be babied. Attention is nice, but that was overkill. Sigh. . . It could just be that I was having a bad day, and didn't want to deal with a guy. Anyhow, now I have to call him and tell him that he's a great guy, which he is, but that I'm not interested. Sounds easy, but I don't like confrontation, and on top of that, there's a huge language barrier, but regardless, I'll call later this week and deal with it.