One of the worst traits I have is that I hold a grudge. I don't just hold a grudge though. I hold it to the point of no return. By this I mean never speaking to people long after I have forgotten why I was angry to begin with. The problem with this grudge holding is that I let it affect my life for awhile. I will get angry at someone and it will consume my thoughts. Why, I am not sure. Today, there are a few people with the honor of my anger, one I'd like to share now.
For two years my daughter danced at Dance and Gym Expressions in Stafford, VA. The experience was fine for us, but the studio was not run very well, nor were the instructors very good, but my daughter was between 2 and 4, so how much did she need to learn. Although ballet positions over 2 years would have been nice, but whatever. For my daughter to dance once a week for an hour and a half cost me $130 bimonthly, not too bad. Start up fees were about $200 extra and we paid for a medal and trophy for her. In January of this year, I paid my tuition by credit card. In March, while on vacation, I was called and told that the payment had been processed wrong, and so they took it upon themselves to rerun my credit card without my consent. I said nothing about this, but I did think it was wrong. Then in May of this year I paid by check and my check was "lost". I paid the $25 to cancel the check and tried to pay again with my credit card. Well, the woman at the front desk, who is the trashiest, most inappropriate person I have ever met, was unable to process the card. So, the following week, at the recital, while walking by her with my friends and family she yelled across the hall that I needed to pay my tuition and my credit card was declined. Declined!!! I think not. I always know exactly how much credit I have on every card, and it was $130, I always have that!!!!! Annoyed by this time I decided I will go in the following week and speak to the owner about this and pay my bill. Well, we had a family emergency and left town two days later and the money never crossed my mind again. Until last week, while on vacation, I get a call from the owner asking me to pay. So, I called and left a message and apologize for the late payment and said I would be happy to pay by credit card over the phone or by check when I got back, and for the owner to please call me as I no longer wanted to deal with the woman at the front desk since she has screwed up twice now. Well, The owner did not call me, the nasty bitch did. So, I paid with my card over the phone to be done with it, and figured I would speak to the owner when I got back to town. You see, my daughter never received her medal and trophy, I paid for at the beginning of the year. Well, I come to find out from friends of mine, that were there at the time of the call, that the nasty bitch turned to the owner and all the other people in the place and said, That we had finally paid. And said some other inappropriate things about me personally. This week was not a good week for me, as I had another issue to deal with, but next week it is on. There are somethings that I love about having grown up in NEW JERSEY, one is no fear of confrontation. And here in VA, not may people love it like I do. So, next week I will take all my anger with the world out on the stupid bitches that tried to make an ass out of me and screw my 4 year old out of her medal and trophy.
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