Instagram led me to an event. High traffic images. Local to me. Perfect.
I applied. $50 vendor table fee. 1 table MAX. $25 for tent rental. You can’t bring your own. You must rent/invest in the event coordinators pockets.
I got approved. I order supplies from Temu. Out of character but curious if the $12 table runner from China would measure up to the traditional $200 one in America.
The delivery date passes the vendor event so I panic.
Request an approval for their next market. No response after 4 hours. Not a big deal. Yet.
I begin instagram stalking assuming I will get posted on their page as this weeks candle vendor.
Monday passes. Nothing. But. Metaphysical.
The one thing God delivered me from in 2024. My former stronghold.
Blasted on front page.
I was weary but hey it’s an event right.
No reply by Wednesday. Event is Saturday.
I choose violence. Threaten payment dispute.
This leads them to reply. They refund free will.
Lit.
Then Vendor event # 2 comes into play.
Wild. They initiate contact with me Wednesday citing “We’d love if you cold be a vendor, free of charge”.
Instant yes from me.
I start prepping. 7 days go by. Crickets
I dm again.
“All slots are full, sorry.”
They reply toxic.
As if I reached out to them.
As if I am not the price.
So battered by both displays of disregard for my time/well being.
