So, amazingly enough, every day at least three people come into my office and say "So, how's the wedding planning going? You hanging in there okay?". And always, I answer with a tired smile and a cheerful "Yep, everything's going great!"
And really, everything is going great. We are so far ahead of ourselves that we're taking a day off this weekend and going to the zoo. But you know, there is also some seriously fucked up shit going on too. Like the dress drama from last week.
Friday I went to go pick up my dress (which I dropped off for alterations on February 4th, mind you). The seamstress asked me my name, I told her, she looked bewildered for moment...then when I said "Oh, it's the one in the fabric garment bag" she suddenly realized that my dress was the one she was working on RIGHT THAT MINUTE. Let me tell you, I went from zero to bitch in roughly 2.6 seconds, especially when she made sure to tell me that oh, she was leaving in 10 minutes but there was at least an hour's worth of work left. Um....the hell????
Luckily for the seamstress, the manager was hustled in pretty quickly (I think they have a panic detector in there or something) and she managed to calm things down by promising the dress would be ready for me tomorrow. Which is fine, since we are still two weeks out from the wedding but COME ON. YOu had it sitting there for 6 weeks, I had an appointment to come pick it up and have my final fitting at 6pm on Friday (which was marked on the ticket) and you start working on it at 5:30??? Needless to say, I was not a happy girl when I left the shop that night.
So I showed up on Saturday evening to pick it up and it was ready. Unfortunately, it had somehow developed this weird dented boob look so the little Cambodian seamstress put some bra cups in to make it fill out; stitched them in right then and everything. But then this happened:
Her: Okay, $20 for bra cup.
Me: No.
Her: It's $20.
Me: No. The dress was supposed to be ready yesterday, I'm not paying that bill. I'll talk to Lori (the manager) about it.
Her: But....you have to pay.
Me: No. Please go get Lori.
Her: But you pay for bra cups!
Me: No. I'm not discussing this with you, please get Lori.
Needless to say, she finally went and talked to Lori, Lori said to waive the fee, and we walked out with the dress....and did not pay the damn $20. We decided not to argue about refunds because dude, we were so done with the situation we just wanted to get out. So there was that.
And then there was the family drama.
I haven't talked about it much here, mostly because I tend to not want to talk about family issues here. But fuck that shit, because Kevin's father can just be SUCH an asshole. THis particular round of assholery involved him calling to tell us that Kevin's cousin hadn't gotten her invitation so we needed to send her another one.
Right, except his cousin wasn't invited. None of the cousins on either side were invited, because we do not hang out with, call or see our cousins more than once every couple of years, if that. So I called him and told him in as nice of terms as I could that she didn't get an invite because she (and her brothers, and my cousins) were not invited.. And he pulled this shit about how they were faaaaaamily so we should be inviting them and oh, I must have invited SO MANY of my friends because Kevin only has like one friend in town and all kinds of other bullshit that just pissed me right the hell off.
Fuck you, you fucking fucker.
Man, I feel better now. We've shifted from storming around muttering curses at him to making rude jokes about the situation so we'll be okay.
In the meantime, my job is kicking my ass. Something about me being about to be gone for three weeks is making things all kinds of urgent for me. Rat bastards.
Oh, but I got a bonus at work! My boss still thinks I'm awesome! Go me!
Go me, right straight to bed because I'm as tired girl.
And really, everything is going great. We are so far ahead of ourselves that we're taking a day off this weekend and going to the zoo. But you know, there is also some seriously fucked up shit going on too. Like the dress drama from last week.
Friday I went to go pick up my dress (which I dropped off for alterations on February 4th, mind you). The seamstress asked me my name, I told her, she looked bewildered for moment...then when I said "Oh, it's the one in the fabric garment bag" she suddenly realized that my dress was the one she was working on RIGHT THAT MINUTE. Let me tell you, I went from zero to bitch in roughly 2.6 seconds, especially when she made sure to tell me that oh, she was leaving in 10 minutes but there was at least an hour's worth of work left. Um....the hell????
Luckily for the seamstress, the manager was hustled in pretty quickly (I think they have a panic detector in there or something) and she managed to calm things down by promising the dress would be ready for me tomorrow. Which is fine, since we are still two weeks out from the wedding but COME ON. YOu had it sitting there for 6 weeks, I had an appointment to come pick it up and have my final fitting at 6pm on Friday (which was marked on the ticket) and you start working on it at 5:30??? Needless to say, I was not a happy girl when I left the shop that night.
So I showed up on Saturday evening to pick it up and it was ready. Unfortunately, it had somehow developed this weird dented boob look so the little Cambodian seamstress put some bra cups in to make it fill out; stitched them in right then and everything. But then this happened:
Her: Okay, $20 for bra cup.
Me: No.
Her: It's $20.
Me: No. The dress was supposed to be ready yesterday, I'm not paying that bill. I'll talk to Lori (the manager) about it.
Her: But....you have to pay.
Me: No. Please go get Lori.
Her: But you pay for bra cups!
Me: No. I'm not discussing this with you, please get Lori.
Needless to say, she finally went and talked to Lori, Lori said to waive the fee, and we walked out with the dress....and did not pay the damn $20. We decided not to argue about refunds because dude, we were so done with the situation we just wanted to get out. So there was that.
And then there was the family drama.
I haven't talked about it much here, mostly because I tend to not want to talk about family issues here. But fuck that shit, because Kevin's father can just be SUCH an asshole. THis particular round of assholery involved him calling to tell us that Kevin's cousin hadn't gotten her invitation so we needed to send her another one.
Right, except his cousin wasn't invited. None of the cousins on either side were invited, because we do not hang out with, call or see our cousins more than once every couple of years, if that. So I called him and told him in as nice of terms as I could that she didn't get an invite because she (and her brothers, and my cousins) were not invited.. And he pulled this shit about how they were faaaaaamily so we should be inviting them and oh, I must have invited SO MANY of my friends because Kevin only has like one friend in town and all kinds of other bullshit that just pissed me right the hell off.
Fuck you, you fucking fucker.
Man, I feel better now. We've shifted from storming around muttering curses at him to making rude jokes about the situation so we'll be okay.
In the meantime, my job is kicking my ass. Something about me being about to be gone for three weeks is making things all kinds of urgent for me. Rat bastards.
Oh, but I got a bonus at work! My boss still thinks I'm awesome! Go me!
Go me, right straight to bed because I'm as tired girl.
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