Saturday, August 06, 2005
So I get this call from some chick who works for the Botanical Society, and she basically says I reserved a room at the conference and was I planning on ever paying for it? I said I hadn't been given instructions on how to pay, and figured I would pay when I got there. She said in a snippy trixie voice that, uh, NO, the email told me what to do, and she's not sure how someone as clueless and illiterate as myself was given membership in the BSA in the first place. Or something along those lines. I just now dredged up the email in question, and it says *nothing* about payment. Bitch.