Had a very upsetting time last night at the James E. Jones reception.

This snatch bitch staff worker, pulled me out of line after asking me what table I was at, I said 31. She went off, and I went on to talk to some friends and she comes back with two officers ready to escort myself and my father out. I said WHY?

She said cause I had no tickets. I said WHAT? I have tickets - and she said OH I thought you said you didn't have any.

She went away. But she was so rude and horrible, my dad went to ask her name and she wouldn't give him her name, so I asked the event person ... the general manager of the paper saw this and was also treated shitty by this fucking bitch.

So I'm writting a letter to the committee and the paper is also upset with this group and are thinking about doing stuff also. They are VERY upset for me - my boss called and said I acted very professional, he was proud and did a very very good job last night handling it well.

The manager is livid. I'm happy they are on my side and not just pushing it off like it was nothing.

I didn't care until my dad got so upset. This morning I burst into tears after my boss called because I'm just tired, stressed, of it...all.

So regardless ... today I'm going shopping, I got a new rug kit, well it's for a purse and I"m buying all the stuff I need for it.

The only good thing that came out last night was being told by a few folks they loved my columns/writing. Then told how nice I looked, ee someone said I looked beautiful. Eee.

Also, Mr. Jones knows me now. I mean I saw him at the house, at the news thing and then last night. He smiled at me.

I might get TWO signed copies of the page I layed out for him too! :) All I wanted was a picture with him, I mean really, that's all I wanted, now I want to forget it all.

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