After a while, when I had calmed down somewhat, I checked my email and found out that not only did someone furnish the dealers room coordinator with a fake application with my name on it, the coordinator believed that I was the one who made the omissions on the application anyway. First of all, I do not furnish my private phone number to just anybody. But it was the rest of it, that the rest of the application was blank, is what made me think someone was just being malicious over there. I had a photocopy of the application itself to refer to. I had filled it out with all the pertinent information. I provided my resale number. I signed it, dated it. I sent it to the address specified on the application. And I waited patiently. For 8 months.
The capper is that whoever provided the woman with the fake application was who she believed, not me. She accused me that somehow I had lost my marbles, because whatever she was looking at was not what I was looking at. I finally told her that I was insulted by this turn of events and did not want to hear from her again. Clearly, there is something going on in that committee which I was not privy to, and I have been the butt of some massive joke. If that is the case, then I am done with them. I will never ever do a convention or event which relies on a “lottery” system for selecting applicants again. Either it’s first come, first served or not at all for me. No more taking a risk with these people.
As a businesswoman, I have the capacity to do all their jobs efficiently and with alacrity. But I was forced to stand around and wait because the paperwork was lost, or altered, or in some other manner did not match the document I signed. These are people who have been doing conventions for years, yet in all the years I have participated there has been one snafu or another, or simple laziness or inefficiency for which there is no practical excuse. If they did not want me, then why didn’t they just tell me? I would have gone, and willingly, because if there is one thing I understand it is when I am not wanted. But to be insulted like that, to be told that the paperwork is incomplete despite all my efforts, then an illegality has occurred and I HAVE THE RIGHT TO SUE for false or misleading statements which were proferred to me by someone who I had come to believe knew what she was doing.
I am terrifically angry about this, so angry that I am breaking things, punching walls, etc. rather than concentrating on what is really important: getting on with life and not having to deal with stupid people. So this is a warning: don’t believe anyone or trust anyone, because sometimes they don’t have your back. And some people are shady and shifty, or too busy being proud of themselves to bother owning up to the truth. Because in the end, the truth will bite them back.