Never Again
The drama began months ago and this is how it started:
“Oh my God! You guys are all going to Vegas?!! Can I come?” begs my sister.
“Sure!” I responded.
It’s been the biggest one word mistake I’ve ever made.
March 15, 2006
“Hey Jan, did you already make a hotel reservation for John and I?” Lucy asks.
“Yes, of course. Hotels fill up fast. I put the reservation on my credit card.” I explain.
“Oh? You did?” she sounds disappointed. “’cause it turns out John and I can’t come anymore. I have this work thing…..”
This is very common with Lucy. She never has any idea what she’s doing.
“I’ll cancel your reservation.”
March 18, 2006
“Hey Jan, it’s me! Guess what? My work thing was cancelled!!! We can go- can you try to get our reservation back?”
“Sure, I’ll try. Are you positive you can make it?”
“Absolutely!” she screams.
I rebook the reservation.
March 24, 2006
“Hey, Jan- it’s Lucy. Listen, I hear Nobu is really awesome- can you make a reservation for the group on Friday when we arrive?”
“Do you know how expensive that is?” I ask.
“No, but it’ll be great- trust me.”
I make the reservation.
March 28, 2006
“Hey Jan, it’s me. I have a problem with the restaurant reservation. John and I also need to change our hotel plans. We’ve decided to stay with my friend Al who is also in town that weekend. Call me back.”
Beep.
April 2, 2006
“Did you get my message? John and I aren’t taking a plane. I think it’s too small- you know about my anxiety with flying, so we’re going to drive. That means we’ll miss Nobu. You cancelled that reservation, right?”
“Yes, I got your message. I cancelled the reservation. Lucy- what’s the deal with the hotel? Are you staying with Al? You know this is all on my credit card. I’ll be super-pissed if they charge me.” I growl.
“Oh they won’t charge you- lighten up!” Lucy chirps.
April 8, 2006
“Oh my God!! Guess what? My friend Al can get us all VIP passes for GhostBar Friday night!!! It’s going to be amazing!” she’s screaming into the phone.
“Really? That’s awesome- let me tell the gang and make sure it’s cool with everyone.”
At this point, I am also in a good mood.
What a blast!
April 10, 2006
I send out an e-mail to my 8 friends who are coming on this trip.
April 11, 2006.
No phone calls.
Instead I receive lots of e-mail responses from friends fired up about GhostBar.
April 17, 2006
I receive an e-mail from Lucy.
It goes like this:
Jan, I can not believe you just wrote everyone and told them Al could get us on the VIP list at GhostBar. I told you I wasn’t 100% sure he could do it. Now everyone is expecting it. Why don’t you ever fucking listen to me?
I now have to repair the damage you’ve done.
April 18, 2006
Two can play at this game.
My response:
Lucy- did I EVER invite you to come?
Do you have any clue how many changes I’ve made for you?
Do you know how many faxes I’ve sent, confirmations I’ve cancelled, e-mails I’ve written to make you happy?
No, you don’t.
Do you know how many times you’ve thanked me for putting up with you and your crap?
Zero.
If you have any further problems/complaints/concerns please call 1-800-DONTCOME.
April 18, 2006, afternoon.
I'm feeling a little guilty for my evil E-mail response. However, it isn't completely undeserved. This was meant to be a relaxing vacation. I've been pulling my hair out since the word "Sure" popped out of mouth.
At least I’ve learned from this experience.
When planning a group trip- fend for only yourself.
“Oh my God! You guys are all going to Vegas?!! Can I come?” begs my sister.
“Sure!” I responded.
It’s been the biggest one word mistake I’ve ever made.
March 15, 2006
“Hey Jan, did you already make a hotel reservation for John and I?” Lucy asks.
“Yes, of course. Hotels fill up fast. I put the reservation on my credit card.” I explain.
“Oh? You did?” she sounds disappointed. “’cause it turns out John and I can’t come anymore. I have this work thing…..”
This is very common with Lucy. She never has any idea what she’s doing.
“I’ll cancel your reservation.”
March 18, 2006
“Hey Jan, it’s me! Guess what? My work thing was cancelled!!! We can go- can you try to get our reservation back?”
“Sure, I’ll try. Are you positive you can make it?”
“Absolutely!” she screams.
I rebook the reservation.
March 24, 2006
“Hey, Jan- it’s Lucy. Listen, I hear Nobu is really awesome- can you make a reservation for the group on Friday when we arrive?”
“Do you know how expensive that is?” I ask.
“No, but it’ll be great- trust me.”
I make the reservation.
March 28, 2006
“Hey Jan, it’s me. I have a problem with the restaurant reservation. John and I also need to change our hotel plans. We’ve decided to stay with my friend Al who is also in town that weekend. Call me back.”
Beep.
April 2, 2006
“Did you get my message? John and I aren’t taking a plane. I think it’s too small- you know about my anxiety with flying, so we’re going to drive. That means we’ll miss Nobu. You cancelled that reservation, right?”
“Yes, I got your message. I cancelled the reservation. Lucy- what’s the deal with the hotel? Are you staying with Al? You know this is all on my credit card. I’ll be super-pissed if they charge me.” I growl.
“Oh they won’t charge you- lighten up!” Lucy chirps.
April 8, 2006
“Oh my God!! Guess what? My friend Al can get us all VIP passes for GhostBar Friday night!!! It’s going to be amazing!” she’s screaming into the phone.
“Really? That’s awesome- let me tell the gang and make sure it’s cool with everyone.”
At this point, I am also in a good mood.
What a blast!
April 10, 2006
I send out an e-mail to my 8 friends who are coming on this trip.
April 11, 2006.
No phone calls.
Instead I receive lots of e-mail responses from friends fired up about GhostBar.
April 17, 2006
I receive an e-mail from Lucy.
It goes like this:
Jan, I can not believe you just wrote everyone and told them Al could get us on the VIP list at GhostBar. I told you I wasn’t 100% sure he could do it. Now everyone is expecting it. Why don’t you ever fucking listen to me?
I now have to repair the damage you’ve done.
April 18, 2006
Two can play at this game.
My response:
Lucy- did I EVER invite you to come?
Do you have any clue how many changes I’ve made for you?
Do you know how many faxes I’ve sent, confirmations I’ve cancelled, e-mails I’ve written to make you happy?
No, you don’t.
Do you know how many times you’ve thanked me for putting up with you and your crap?
Zero.
If you have any further problems/complaints/concerns please call 1-800-DONTCOME.
April 18, 2006, afternoon.
I'm feeling a little guilty for my evil E-mail response. However, it isn't completely undeserved. This was meant to be a relaxing vacation. I've been pulling my hair out since the word "Sure" popped out of mouth.
At least I’ve learned from this experience.
When planning a group trip- fend for only yourself.
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