Can I Just?!?!

Grrr! I know I’ve been back to blogging for just like three days so this might not even be a good idea but can I just rant????

Sometime in February, I woke up one morning and saw that I had two text messages from a certain Alma Manabat. She said her wedding is on January 17, 2008 and she was inquiring about our wedding coordination packages. Since I was on a rush to go to the office, I didn’t have time to reply to her. When I got to the office, I only had five minutes to browse my email. I saw that she also emailed me, inquiring re our packages. I made a note in my TO DO list to reply to her and then went to my day’s meetings.

Around 9pm that night (I wasn’t yet done with my meetings then), I received another text from her, asking for our team’s availability on her date and for a meeting that week. Super na ako nahiya sa kanya. I called her and apologized for not being able to reply. I told her that we’re still available on her wedding date but I wasn’t available for a meeting since my schedule was really full that week. She said next week would be okay. We then set a meeting for Wednesday of the following week, March 5. The meeting was at Figaro in Podium.

The following Monday, as I was arranging my schedule for the week, I texted her, confirming our meeting on Wednesday. She replied “I”m sorry I already got another coordinator.” I was surprised and frankly, a little weirded out and angry that she didn’t even had the decency to cancel our meeting. But then, giving her the benefit of the doubt, baka busy siya eh. I replied “Oh okay. I hope you have a wonderful wedding.” She didn’t reply anymore.

Wednesday came. I received another message from her asking if I were still available on her date. I replied “Yes, I am.” She then asked if we could meet that Friday. I said I was available but I added “I don’t want to step on another person’s toes… I thought you already had a coordinator.” Her coordinator daw couldn’t accommodate her anymore. TO make a long story short, we set a meeting for Friday of that week, 6pm, Starbucks in Podium.

I wasn’t supposed to have a meeting that Friday but since I was meeting with Alma, I decided to make good use of my time outside so I arranged a couple more meetings.

Come Friday, March 7, my meeting before I was scheduled to meet Alma was at Coconut Palace at 4pm. The bride was late; she arrived 445pm and we were able to finish at around 530pm. Since it was a Friday and I wasn’t too sure about the traffic, I texted Alma, “Hi Alma! Big favor, I’m running late because my other meeting ran late. It is possible to move our meeting to 630pm or even 7pm. So sorry.” I was rushing to go back to the car while texting this knowing how impossible traffic can be on a Friday. A few minutes after, she replied “I’m sorry, I didn’t get a confirmation from you. I already got another coordinator.”

Hindi ka ba naman maiinis?!?!? I so wanted to call her and have her hear a piece of my mind but thinking that she was just another ill-mannered bride, I contented myself to calling my friend-suppliers to rant.

I called Benz (of W@W) first. She wasn’t answering her phone. I called Tisha (of Balay Kandila/Krafts Marina), she, too, wasn’t answering her phone. I then called Missy (Ferrer-Litao). When she answered, I simply said, “Can I just?!” Sabi niya, “Go!” So I proceeded to tell her everything. Galit na galit pa talaga ako! After hearing my kwento, syempre nagalit rin siya. She also made kwento about ill-mannered clients. After hanging up, Tisha texted, apologizing for missing my call. I called her and told the whole story again. Syempre galit pa rin ako. Syempre nagalit rin siya. We put down the phone, cussing rude people.

A few minutes after, Benz texted. She said she was having a massage when I called. So I called her and told her the story (o di ba paulit-ulit na). By this time, my energy wasn’t as high as when I was talking to Tisha or to Missy kasi it was my third time to tell the same story. Benz asked if the girl was a W@Wie. I replied, “Siguro.” She asked for the name and searched in the archives. Then she said “Hindi siya bride, coordinator siya!” I was shocked! And frankly, really, really pissed! Apparently, she was the owner of a coordinating group. She emailed Benz to be listed in the supplier’s directory around last year. Was it all a game? Nang-aasar lang ba yun? Nanghuhuli? I couldn’t understand why someone would do that. Or if she were a real bride, then she should have known better; she shouldn’t have been that ill-mannered to a fellow supplier.

We put down the phone with me swearing on getting my revenge! Hahaha!

I tried to gooogle Alma Manabat’s name but no valid search results came up. Baka hindi siya sikat, sabi ko! (Forgive my bitchyness, I was really pissed.) Eventually, I forgot about her.

Fast forward to today…

An hour ago, I got a text message from her, “Hi. Wuld just like 2 ask 4 ur inputs if Cherry Pacheco-Uy is ok as make-up artist. Tnx.” O di ba, the nerve?! She got some nerve to text me to consult! How ill-bred can she be? So, throwing caution to the wind (and I admit, stopping down to her level), I called her. Nagpakilala lang ako tapos siya naman “Hi Clarice. Just wanted to ask your inputs…” I interrupted by saying “Alma, aren’t you a coordinator?” Sagot niya something like “Oh yeah, I have a coordinator but…” “No, I said, aren’t you a coordinator?” She replied yes pero part-time lang daw yun. I said “You have some nerve to call me after everything that has happened, after our last encounter.” Deadma siya! Sagot lang ng “But oh we didn’t meet!” “Yes, we didn’t. We did set up an appointment but then a couple of days before, when I called to confirm, you told me you already had another coordinator. You didn’t even have decency to inform me. We set another meeting when you said that your coordinator couldn’t accommodate you. You told me an hour before our meeting that you got another coordinator. Now you have the gall to call me to ask me!” She replied “I couldn’t remember na what happened last time…” “You have some nerve to call me…” “Okay, I will just ask my cooridinator..” “Yes, you do that…” Then I put down the phone.

If I were not seven months pregnant, super talaga ako sisigaw siguro. As it is, I didn’t even raise my voice but I’m sure she could tell I was pretty pissed off.

She called after a few minutes. When I answered, she had the gall to tell me “I didn’t like the way you talked to me.” Pucha! She was asking if I had a landline she could call. I told her I was out. The line went dead. She called again, I rejected the call and texted her to remind her what happened before. I also asked her to never contact me again.

Doesn’t this just make your blood boil?!