We had a wedding shower on Saturday, which wasn’t exactly glitch free. In fact it was the exact opposite of glitch free. It wasn’t the number of glitches that was the problem, (one), it was the severity of said glitch.
Our condo corporation double booked the ‘party’ room we were holding the shower in.
Actually, it’s a little more complicated than that. S booked the room about three months ago. We were under the impression, the absolutely correct impression, that we only had to pay for the room on the day of the event. So our name was put on the calendar as having booked the room and, having read the flippin condo regulations about reserving the room, we assumed that was all there was to it. At least until the day of the shower.
Then apparently a couple of days before the shower, someone else showed up, cheque in hand, and wanted the room. So the super did a little quick math, cheque today versus cheque three days from now, and made a choice. Rather than drop us a quick call or email and let us know another party was trying to book the room the super took our name off the calendar, replaced it with the new guys name and presumably cashed their cheque.
Big mistake.
What I love about S is that she is kind and selfless, almost to a fault. When we visit friends with kids she’ll always bring a toy or a colouring book for their children. She’ll bend over backwards to accommodate someone at work if they’re looking for a shift change. She’ll work a 12 hour shift at the hospital and then stop off at the comic store for me if I can’t make it that day. She’s always offering to make some snack for every social get together we attend.
But you never, EVER, screw her over. Or you’ll regret it.
My baby don’t take no crap.
Needless to say the super got a new a-hole ripped into them.
In a last minute flurry of activity we transformed our tiny townhouse into shower central. Some shower guests were able to bring us chairs and with a little creative organization we were able to fit everyone in, reasonably comfortably. And by the end of the day the morning’s crisis was transformed into ‘that thing we can laugh about now.’
But it didn’t end there. Our next door neighbour happens the condo corp president. By chance S caught him on his patio yesterday and explained what had happened. Apparently our super’s contract isn’t being renewed in the fall exactly because of things like this. We aren’t the only people to have been screwed over by the super’s dropped balls.
So while everything worked out all right in the end, it made for a couple of tense hours on Saturday morning.
On the plus side our fridge is full of left over food, including an entire cake, and I got to see the Incredible Hulk (review forthcoming) while the shower was taking place. Not a bad Saturday when you get down to it.
Faulk off.
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Yeah, people shouldn't piss her off. Like ever. She's a force to be reckoned with when upset. Good news that she managed to pull it off despite the crap that went down. Good for her.
BTW, I have this week off dude, gimmie a shout to hang out.
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