Saturday, February 28, 2009

lesson learned


The last few days have been alittle mind boogling. Of all the wedding vendors to have issues with we are having to deal with the church! And to be honest we have no idea what happened or where the communication break down was. Mike being the good Dad was given his weekly to do list and promptly followed through. He was given church duty because the list was short, they are easy to work with and simply because we just need to check on 1)microphones 2) how many candles 3) unity candle table 4) would cd or ipod be better.... And his visit went well.... until he mentioned the Piano was gone... yes Gone...

Somehow this just set things into a bad whirlwind of what to do now and why had they not mentioned this.

Many phone calls later, brides crying, grooms upset we still haven't smoothed everything out but we are definatley on the way.

Yesterday the groom, the grooms mom and I all desended on the church... in an effort to make it all better.. but the man of god refused to see us ..."he was in a meeting" and left us to deal with an assistant who quite frankly looked like she was a deer in headlights.. she got caught in lies and didn't seem smart enough to realize her boss had thrown her under the bus...

In the end... there will be a cross on the wall, they will provide a chair for the keyboard, and a table... still up in the air is a sound system and the price of the church and sound system or why they would even bring up the fact that we are bringing in our own pastor...


I learned the hard way that doctors don't know any more than the rest of us and I shouldn't expect them to actually heal people. And this week I have learned that being a man of the cloth doesn't mean I should trust that you -- or trust that you don't lie.

1 comment:

Unknown said...

ouch. so sorry that you had to deal with this so close to the end. it's funny how churches are when it's not their own parishners that they are doing business with. my cousin married at our church, but wanted the pastor who'd confirmed her to perform the ceremony. yes, it was special (nightmarish) dealing with the extra stuff the church wanted/required to happen because of it. and, yes, that was the only thing that wasn't "theirs". we even had the reception in their lovely, new banquet hall. who would have thought.