In which angst has its inevitable sequel
Nov. 11th, 2009 10:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
zeborahAfter I said yes and angsted over withdrawing said yes and sent emails trying to make sure no-one would be too put out by the inconvenience and confusion, and was relieved that the vendor in question was being very nice about it all, but secretly wondered whether she was secretly really annoyed...
...Today I got a phone call from her, saying "I had a note to myself to call you when we're visiting Christchurch."
And I said, "...Ye-es, but I think I sent you email suggesting you contact [appropriate person] instead."
And she said, "Oh! Yes, that's right!"
The moral of the story is that other people are never as upset about that thing you're angsting about as you are. In fact, they probably don't even know who you are.
(This doesn't mean you should never angst. It's just that what you should be angsting about is that thing that's about to blow up in your face because you don't even realise it's a thing. Oh whoops!)
...Today I got a phone call from her, saying "I had a note to myself to call you when we're visiting Christchurch."
And I said, "...Ye-es, but I think I sent you email suggesting you contact [appropriate person] instead."
And she said, "Oh! Yes, that's right!"
The moral of the story is that other people are never as upset about that thing you're angsting about as you are. In fact, they probably don't even know who you are.
(This doesn't mean you should never angst. It's just that what you should be angsting about is that thing that's about to blow up in your face because you don't even realise it's a thing. Oh whoops!)
