OK own up!
Who moved May 3rd to this coming Monday?
For at least a month it has been next Thursday in Jayne's world.
Can you imagine the shock that hit me when at 1pm today I realised May 3rd was only 5 days away and not 8 days?
In an event planners world, the number of days equal that to the way kids count the days in December.
What felt like semi organized shifted into semi panic. Semi panic in an event planners world is a smile instead of a grin and hair twisted into a french knot, instead of beautifully loose yet staying in perfect position.
On the surface you would never know an event planner was in semi panic mode - you need to look closely to discover the can of Red Bull being crunched inside their left cheek while Advil jumps around inside the right cheek.
Do not be fooled by the manicured nails. These are instruments of torture with a purpose. They keep the event planner alert as they drive such nails into their own palms while holding in the other hand the emergency solving phone. It is almost biblical.
Begging in an event planners world sounds like a milk maid in the country thanking her cows.
The voice is breathy, pleasant, a gentle touch of an angels wing. Through clenched jaw, shoulders, hair and teeth an event planner will whisper: "Please, do try. I know you can help me find 200 boys bikes without brakes, or 800 packets of wet wipes for only 1 cent each in Florida, or get to the event today that you promised you would attend three days ago and yet today you mysteriously are not interested. Please."
Do not be fooled by the current trend of event planners listening to classical music with a scented candle burning on their desk. The music is to get them used to music that they may hear while in long term therapy. The candles are multi purpose (of course). One, to cover up any unwanted aroma from the various shoes that sit around their desk and two, The "It could all be over in one simple swipe of the candle" get out clause.
Yes, it was quite the moment when I discovered May 3rd is next Monday.