And then this happened...
This weekend was wonderful with all the weddings. Truly from a business standpoint, it was perfect. The couples were fantastic to work with, vendors were great, food was amazing, and most importantly - they were all flawless. The couples could not have been happier. It was a perfect C and D weekend.
Personally - it was a little bit of a bummer. I am not bummed about my lack of sleep or the permanent stickiness I have on my thumbs from dealing with eucalyptus all weekend, or even the fact that I literally ache from head to toe. No- what sucks is that my tablet - brand new (2 weeks old) - was stolen at Saturday's event. I didn't even realize it until I had gotten home.
I cried. Maybe it was the 4 hours of sleep I got and the fact I had hours of work to do before Sundays event - but I cried. My husband hugged me and told me this was not the end of the world. Totally true! It is not the end of the world. I was frustrated that we waited sooo long as a company to make this purchase. We waited for all the credit card points, talked about it, and finally decided to do it. And less than two weeks - I am once again without a tablet. So much for moving to a paperless system!
It was upset about losing it overall, it was not about the materialistic thing - it was just so disheartening. I have never had to think twice about leaving my stuff with a caterer. I never had to worry about something getting stolen. And now, it kind of feels like my innocence is lost. I feel so violated that someone is going to turn on my tablet, see a picture of me and my son cheesing for the camera and not care. They will try to get in without my password and see me and my daughter goofing off and just shrug and continue to break into it. It just feels wrong and so hurtful.
The caterers and the garden's staff have been great and are trying to get to the bottom of it - but I am not hopeful. It was someone very calculated that saw me with it, saw me put it in my bag, and then waited for the moment when hardly anyone was in the room, rifle through my stuff to find it and then take it. It is just mind boggling that there are people that feel entitled to take someone else's stuff.
So although the weekend was great- I did not let this put a damper on my mood or effect my job- it was still a bummer of a weekend. AND to add salt to the wound - I dropped my phone and cracked the corner. Maybe the universe is trying to tell me something?