Pink Slip

Posted by Emily , Wednesday, March 30, 2011 7:44 PM

I had to fire the florist yesterday...I didn't want to do it. Except I really really did.

I don't know how other people are about this, but I am not good with confrontation.  I pretend to be a tough cookie, but when I get mad, I immediately start crying.  I get flustered and immediately think I was wrong and forget my argument.  Afterwards, I feel guilty for days.

Anyway, the florist started off okay.  She had a small shop in Columbia and her quote was reasonable.  It took her a month to get me the quote, however.  Should have been my first clue.  I dropped off one of my mason jars at her shop so that she could make me an example, and that was the last I heard from her until February.  I had emailed her about two weeks prior, and she emailed me to let me know she was closing her shop.

Ok.  Crap. 

She said she'd still do my wedding from her home.  Ok, but what if I don't want you to anymore?  I emailed back asking for clarification to make some changes in the arrangements.  I didn't hear from her for two weeks.  I emailed again saying I needed her to be more responsive.  I told her I knew that this was a tough time for her and if she wasn't up to doing the flowers, I would accept a refund of my deposit and go on my merry way.  No response. For over a month.

I didn't have a phone number for her, so my mom called the shop her daughter runs in Boonville.  She said that she wasn't speaking to her mother currently, but would be happy to take over and do the flowers.

I found a number in my phone that I thought was hers and called it.  She acted like we had just spoken yesterday.  She said she had sent me an email.  No.  I gave her my email again in a voicemail.  She responded by calling an leaving a voicemail that said, simply, "Thanks."  No word again for another week.  Finally my mom called her yesterday and told her I didn't want to work with her anymore.  She explained why and the woman acted like she had been in constant contact with me.  Then, she called me and asked if I wanted to change something about my bouquet.

Awkward.  No, thank you, in fact.  I don't want to work with you anymore.  I don't trust you.  I asked you to be more responsive, and you still don't return my phone calls or emails.  (You lie to me.  You pretend like I'm the crazy one! ) I didn't say that part but I was thinking it.

When I got off the phone with her I felt really bad.  It was obvious that she was unstable and alone.  But the fact was that she was screwing me over.  I was proud of myself for staying calm but being assertive.

That's my drama llama story, and my warning: GET REFERENCES.

Quote of the Day

Posted by Emily 7:10 PM

"Are we taking a bathroom break Ms. Wilson?"


"Good, 'cause I been holding this stuff up in ma booty for over an hour!"

Brace yourselves...

Posted by Emily , Sunday, March 20, 2011 9:42 AM

To the three people who read my blog - get ready! We went to Wally World yesterday and I made two picture CDs with about 300 pictures on them, so I'll be blogging like crazy! Plus, parent-teacher conferences are over and I'll have a lot more free time.

I have tried a memory-card USB reader thanks to Erin, which was a great idea but for some reason didn't work, and I've ordered what I thought was the correct replacement USB cord for my camera and turned out to not even be CLOSE to the right one.  I give up.

My poor little Sony Cybershot is riddled with chips and dents and I think there's gum stuck to it.  College was hard on her.

Now that I'm a grown-up and I take care of things a little better, I think my next big purchase will be a new, badass, beautiful camera.  Maybe like one of those crazy ones with the interchangeable lenses.  Suggestions? Nikki?

Life Changes

Posted by Emily , Saturday, March 12, 2011 1:02 PM

Teaching contracts at good ol' Gratz Brown come out in March, people.  Time to make some big, big decisions.

I'm looking into leaving Mobtown.  Matt and I want to buy a house and get out of our matchbox apartment.  We're tired of wasting our money on rent and want to have a place of our own that we can decorate, landscape and pay for for the next 35 years or so. We DON'T want to do that in Moberly...and I'm not excited about driving an hour each day to and from a job I don't enjoy.

Long story short, I'm on the hunt for a job.  I had a screening interview in Hallsville on Tuesday that I think went really well.  I really liked everything they said, and they smiled and nodded and agreed a lot while I was talking so that's good right?  I also turned in a new resume at North Callway, where Matt works.  This weekend I'm gonna get online and print off some more applications to mail in.

Here's the issue: Hallsville says they will call back in a week or so to schedule another interview if I make the cut, and they will make a final decision the first week of April. That means the earliest I could know if I have another job for sure is the first week in April...but I have to turn in my contract by the end of March. I don't have to explain to you how terrifying not having a job right now can be. The practical side of me says to hold on to my job for dear life.

The Friday afternoon me says "GET OUT.  GET OUT NOW!"

Being a grown-up is tough.