gag a maggot

Tonight I am supremely and utterly gagged after I was led through a two and a half hour wild goose chase.

Last month I received a flyer from a local medical-type group that said there would be a training meeting tonight at 6pm. I left work a little early so that I could get down town and find the meeting room without being late. Imagine my surprise when nobody was there, but it was about 5:35pm, so I figured nobody was there because it was still early. A hospital security guard told me he thought the meeting began at 7pm. I waited. At 7:05pm I was still the only person in attendance.

I came home and sent an email to the person in charge of the group. I asked him to please understand my frustration. "Tonight I had to choose between a continuing educaiton activity that actually pertained to my job and your meeting, and I had to argue with my coworkers to defend why it was more important for me to attend the meeting that neither included CEUs nor a steak dinner. And tomorrow when they ask how my meeting went, my honest answer will have to be that I left early, drove downtown and waited an hour and a half on a meeting that did not happen. "

I understand that nothing can be done to change the outcomes of the meeting tonight. I understand that things happen and schedules change. I understand the expense that would follow a mass remailing of updated information, changing previously published schedule and date changes. However, the least that anybody could have done is post a sign at the door of the meeting room that said the meeting had been cancelled.

This is poor planning and leads me to question why I should attempt to reconnect with this group. I told him that in my letter, too. I read the letter to The Hater twice to make sure it wasn't too bitter. I wonder if there will even be a reply.

The Hater has shown the appropriate amount of sympathy gagness with me since I've been home. He also says that he knows when I'm really mad because I keep my lips clenched and when he asks if I'm still angry or if he mentions the topic, I only answer with a repeated, short headshake. It's picking up on context clues like those that keep him in the best of graces.