Don’t Burn your Bridges
Vallarta is a small town. It might not seem that way at first, but I assure you it is. It’s also filled with retired people who have nothing to do all day. Add that to the typical small town activities of gossip mongering and back-biting and you’ve got PV.
If you care about backlash, this isn’t a town to burn bridges in. Fortunately, I couldn’t care less. I’m particularly irritated today because of a certain business owner who just announced a new promotion that we had specifically talked about in a meeting that we had, but two weeks ago. It’s in my notes from the meeting.
I spent 45 minutes driving to meet this person, an hour and half meeting with them, another 30 minutes preparing a proposal, thanking them and following up, only to have my emails ignored completely. Not even a modicum of manners, this person has. Not a thanks for taking the time, I’ve decided to go it alone or chosen someone else, nada. Now to top it all off, they’ve gone and taking one of the ideas that I brought up in the meeting and ran with it. I guess it’s a good thing I declined to provide this person with the “sample” press release that they requested (to gauge my writing skills, of course) that I have no doubt would have ended up in the local paper, probably word for word. Nice.
All I can say is karma, people, karma. I know where I WON’T ever be buying anything ever.
