Flailing

Is it okay to blame everything on menopause? My anxiety? My lack of focus? My inability to allow an event to unfold without my interference? My flailing about? No, it’s really not. I tried to kick it back to “the change,” but that would be a cop out.

You see, I’m a flailer. And, it’s okay when my flailing affects only me, but sometimes it spills over into the larger world and then I feel like dog poo. Like right now.

I had an issue with booking a room in Vegas for a conference in November. I’d used the conference link to make the reservation, but when I called the hotel to alter the reservation, they had no record of it having been made. I spoke with multiple customer service reps, giving them my confirmation number as it appeared on the email the hotel sent me, but received the same answer each time: “We’re sorry, but we don’t have a reservation for you.”

So, what did this anxiety-ridden old woman do? She posted an account of her issue on the conference attendees’ Facebook page. Surely if I had this issue others might have it, too.

Long story short, no, they did not have a problem. It was just me. But I managed to spark a panic. In my flailing, I bumped up against people I don’t even know, and likely caused a lot of unnecessary work for customer service at the hotel. I know I probably gave the conference organizer a pounding headache as he intervened for me.

I’m not sure what my punishment should be, but maybe, just maybe I learned a lesson: Flail if you must; but keep it to yourself.

Peace, people.

Author: nananoyz

I'm a semi-retired crazy person with one husband and two cats.

15 thoughts on “Flailing”

  1. I’m feeling your pain. Hope your confession helps you to feel better. But you might want to change your name for the conference, incase attebdees say, ” Oh, you’re the one . “

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  2. It’s okay to sometimes not be capable and seek out someone to listen and/or fix things. I understand not wanting to be alone in your stress and worry.

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  3. There is that old maxim, “Least said, soonest mended,” but I think everyone needs someone to share an anxiety with. Through sad experience I’ve found that it’s best to bounce a worry off one “someone” rather than a broadcast. But as for this situation, you can always turn it around and give thanks that you decided to make this change, that you weren’t standing that the hotel desk on check-in day trying to sort this all out. Have a great time while there. 🙂

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    1. It was totally weird. Apparently there was one more step I had to take in order to secure my reservation. But—I had. Confirmation from them! And number! Neither of which was sufficient for them to find me in their reservations. I was ready to pull my hair out. It’s fixed now, but when I have the opportunity to comment on the reservation process I’m going to…

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