I just finished sending out an email to a bunch of important people here in Los Angeles, with the assumption that they will reply to me quite expeditiously. Billionaires, smooth talking politicians, and a whole lot of really busy people. And although I have no funds to offer them for their time, a few of them will volunteer 30 minutes of their time and we’ll chat like old pals.
Now then, if all of this craziness above can happen to little ‘ol me, why can’t a silly DJ or florist return my phone calls or emails?! The insanity of reaching these people who seem to be too busy to take my money from me is driving me up the wall of my tiny little studio… is it truly that hard to call people back? I think that’s why I’m completely in love with my photographer, simply because she calls and writes back with the greatest of ease and the sweetness of her heart. I want to chuck my phone at everyone else. Blegh.
Anyone else have a fun vendor rant they’d like to get off their chest? Come on… it’s Friday… let it all out!