i’m leading with that mostly because i would love for it to come up in search engines. i am in a foul, foul mood, and this is definitely a factor.

so friday night was the jorge drexler concert. i made my dinner, got dressed up, put gas in the car, drove three hours, walked into santurce’s centro de bellas artes, and.. was informed that the concert had been rescheduled for tuesday, and oh, wow, three hours.. well, the ticket vendor should have called you.

pause to imagine the fury the coursed through my veins.

i am not an easily angered person. i do not have a temper. i do not care for fighting. i also do not care for the fact that the concert was apparently rescheduled two weeks ago. i bought my ticket on the 9th of september. i picked my ticket up from a banco popular (owners of ticketpop) branch on the 29th. which means- they already knew. and yet, my ticket says viernes, 5 de octubre de 2007. and yet, although they had my phone number, e-mail, and physical address, nobody told me a goddamned thing. i crashed an art opening to find the bathroom and called a friend, letting loose every expletive in the book at least three times and silently daring the snooty old bitch shooting me dirty looks from the corner to PLEASE say something so i can take it out on you.

i made another phone call, and then i went home.

six and a half hours. an entire friday night. gas and toll money that i really don’t have, especially after spending almost $100 on that ticket, especially after having quit my tutoring job ($240/month) because i am so exhausted by my regular job that i don’t have the extra 5.5 hours a week in me. i am tired, so tired, and somehow i think i’m made more tired thinking about the sleep i’m going to lose tomorrow night and how much wednesday is going to suck. i can’t even think about the money and how fucked i am even with a full-time job. i am counting wholeheartedly on jorge drexler to make this all worth it. i think he will. however: if i can avoid buying from ticketpop ever again, i will gladly do so. fuck that company. hard.

now if you’ll excuse me, it’s 9:00p.m., and i’m going to sleep.

foul, foul mood.

 postscript: the (rescheduled) day of the concert, ticketpop called to confirm that i was going. blink. i asked to speak to a manager, who insisted that they had called twice the week before although that’s ‘not [their] responsibility’, questioned my honesty (how did he know i didn’t receive a voicemail? POSSIBLY THE THREE HOUR DRIVE FOR NOTHING, DOUCHEBAG), and was basically such a complete and utter dick that i a) was able to vent loudly and colorfully without feeling the least bit bad and b) confirmed my original feeling that i never wanted to do business with the company again. from my dealings with them, all i can conclude is that they care about what they can get away with, not what’s the right thing to do.. i don’t need to contribute to that. or deal with the headache again.

apparently this actually is showing up in search engines, so potential customers should know- legally they are on solid ground. they have an airtight ’we will not give you any concessions for anything in the world’ policy on their website, and the law says that if the venue publishes a date change in a major newspaper, they’re in the clear. do the majority of ticketholders, let alone the general population, read the paper every day? every week? of course not, but again: the law is not on the side of those who have to work for their money, but rather the companies who like to take advantage of them. amusingly enough, the manager suggested that i sue ticketpop. i’m not an advocate of litigation born out of spite, but i told him that it would be a hell of a class action suit.  

in the meantime, it looks like ticket center is independently operated.

happy concerting.