I have been looking forward to toastmasters’ club meeting since last week. In fact I wished there was a meeting last Saturday. Not that I had a particular speech to make but I thought it would be good to ride on the momentum.
Not a person who likes to be late – I would get flustered if i do, I hurried my lunch and coffee so that I would be punctual for today’s meeting. Can you imagine my disappointment when I saw the meeting room was empty? I started to doubt myself: did I go to the right room, was this the second Saturday of the month, etc.
I went to the office of the community club to enquire and was told the key to the meeting room hadn’t been collected. Still holding out hope, I made my way to the third level again but it was dark and empty.
I whatsapp-ed Reuben, whose handphone number was the only one I had, after he messaged me weeks ago on my membership. No response. i googled Kampong Ubi Toastmasters’ Club to find the handphone number of the president, Jun. He only replied as I was leaving the community club. He said there was COT; therefore there’s no meeting today and it was announced at the whatsapp group chat.
I am not in THEIR group chat.
Yes, they had forgotten about me. Forgotten about me and me alone. I had rushed over for nothing. I had wasted almost half an hour trying to make out what happened and wondered if it was my mistake. At one point I even questioned if this was a fly-by-night club.