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I hate unorganized events. I mean, really hate that. If you are going to have an event, it should be organized. Every T crossed and every I, dotted. I worked at a "Quote--Unquote" women’s trade show last night at a local bar. They do this thing like every 6 months, where they have vendors set up, drink specials for ladies and drawings for free stuff from the vendors. The sign hanging from the ceiling saying "Ladies Night, Ladies Only" was handmade with markers and what looked like a plastic table cloth. The flyer advertized 'roving appetizers' which I believe to mean, strolling apps...there were none. They did advertise the chocolate fountain, which was there. They put two jewelry dealers in the same small room, instead of splitting them up in the separate rooms. And I think I got roped into doing a pampered chef party while visiting the other vendors.

So, the dance studio asked me to work it. I was available, so I did because I am in desperate need of students at this point. We are also doing an entire weekend of free classes to raise money for MDA, and it’s a good cause, so I wanted to spread the word about that. So, I get there, I find my table, set up my stuff and wait. It’s not anyone’s fault that no one hardly came to this event. Oh wait, I totally take that back. It’s the bars fault for not advertising correctly, and having their sh*t together. So I sit through 4 hours of nothing and am ready to leave. Well, back up. First I am told I will be teaching a short lesson, however, NO ONE who works there can tell me what time this lesson is happening and where in the bar this is happening. The DJ is announcing this a few times, so I go ask him. He says, "I have no idea". UMMM? OK? So I say, "Where is this lesson happening? Are you moving those tables right there?" He looks at me and says "Um, I am not moving anything". I just stare at him like F off, and he points to someone to go talk to. So I talk to the owner(?) with a sour ass puss look on his face. He has no idea either, he points me to the woman selling purses who is the organizer of this lovely affair. Earlier she didn’t know either, so I go back to her. She isn’t really sure. 10-15 minus maybe, is her answer. Um ok. So now I am pissed I look at my friend who so graciously came up there to keep me company and we go sit back down. As I am looking around, I realize that there are no more 'ladies night' patrons here. I haven’t seen a 'customer' come through the 'trade show' area for some time now and looking around the bar, it’s all dudes who think dancing is 'gay' and like 5 chicks. UMmm, yea...no one here is going to want to take this lesson. So needleless to say, I told the chick running this thing, that we're not doing the lesson. There is no one here to take it, and the regular bar folk are not interested in taking a salsa lesson after listening to Ted Nugent and Guns N' Roses. I am not willing to look like an A-Hole for this. She agreed, and we went back to our post.

A few minutes later I notice the other vendors packing up, so I take that opportunity to pack up myself. I pull the car around to hoist the TV I have on the table out to the car. As I am carrying it through and out one door, my friend is trying to get around me to open the second door to get out to the parking lot. Mind you, a man came through the door, scooted to the side to let me through while my friend is trying to get to the door before I drop the TV on my 3 inch heeled toe. WTF. I say "NO, Maybe this MAN could open the door for us". I said it as snotty as you know I can, and that is when he realized he was a douche and opened the door after saying "ohhh?!" Yep. I'm surprised he didn’t try to trudge on by me nearly knocking me over. Oh ya, and the door guy? Conveniently walked away. Nice chivalry. I should just say nice 'everyday politeness' you people have.

I should mention that my waitress was very nice and personable. You wouldn’t think so considering they make the girls dress like this is a fancy nightclub in tight silk dresses and stuff, but she was adorable. There was a guy (boy?) who worked there as maybe a bar back or something, who was very very nice and wanted to make sure I talked to the correct people while hunting down the owner(?) and kept asking me if I found him and if I settled everything. Those two are the ones who probably should have run this thing. They were the smartest most 'customer service' friendly people there. I wish I had his name; I'd totally call and praise him.

So, really the moral of this story is...have your shit together when planning events, and open doors for people, not only women, you see with their hands full or with heavy objects like a normal polite person.