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Jesus Gandara, Ehell’s Father of The Year

Sweetwater Superintendent Jesus Gandara hosted a bridal shower for his daughter at a Bonita restaurant this month, inviting contractors who stood to benefit from his decision-making on district business.

The invitation, which indicated a money tree would be available, was also extended to employees who work for Gandara.

Gandara, along with three Sweetwater Union High School District board members who attended the March 5 event, said they saw nothing wrong with inviting district contractors to such an occasion.

When asked about the solicitation of gifts or cash for his daughter, who lives in Texas, Gandara said he was sharing a personal moment with the community he represents.

“Many of them may not know my daughter personally, but they have come to support my family’s happiness,” Gandara said.

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A reader sent me the link to this news article because it’s such a good example of Etiquette In the News and the public faux pas of the famous.    The quoted experts in business ethics explain the dilemma quite well from a political viewpoint, i.e. wow, this was really dumb because of the perceptions vendors and those in the community can come to.   It has that taint of political graft by only inviting those who stand to gain some favor in exchange for their “gifts”.

From an etiquette perspective, it is beyond gauche to put “Money Tree Available” on the shower invitation but hey, once the line was crossed with Dad hosting his own daughter’s bridal shower,  Dad’s conscience was seared so badly that justifying his  begging for money was the next step down the road to Ehell perdition.

Gandara should be mortified that he advertised his inability to financially undertake his daughter’s wedding by hosting a shower for her.   Instead he deceives himself into thinking “this is for the community” so they can “share” in his family’s happiness.   It appears this “community” consisted of vendors who do business with the district of Sweetwater and was not open to any old taxpaying resident.   And of course we here at Ehell aren’t fooled one iota by that dissembling claim that guests will be all atwitter with the anticipation of  plugging into some “shared joy” by means of coughing up some cash and material goods for someone they have never met.

Oh, there was some joy happening at that “shower” but it wasn’t what one would expect from the usual bridal shower.   One construction company owner was quite transparent as to why he accepted the invitation….he wanted to network with “other important people there”  and as an afterthought said, “… and I went for the daughter.”   Uh huh…sure you did.

The comments section of this news article is filled with statements from people, obviously not members of the community that were invited to attend this lovely shower, who aren’t buying the justifications and actions of their elected officials.    As well they should.   The next election cycle could very well see a few politicians displaced solely for being tacky beyond belief.

Tips For How To Be The Worst Hostess

It’s been over a year since I attended this baby shower which was a train wreck from beginning to end. I hope that I can remember all of the details to convey the horror we experienced over the hostess’ behavior.

I went through a training class at my current place of employment. After getting out of the training class, we were all divided up and sent to various pre-established units throughout the building, as that is the way that our office is organized. It is a well known custom in the office that small bridal and baby showers are thrown for employees by the members of their unit, which are generally nice little potluck affairs.  People bring a small gift (a pack of baby onesies from target, etc) and it’s a modest celebration that doesn’t put anyone out too much and allows everyone to use a little extra company time to socialize than their lunch break would normally allow.

A few months after we separated into units, one of our fellow trainees, “Melissa,” had found out she was pregnant. We knew she was struggling with this revelation as she had just recently moved to our city after separating from her husband, who we had already learned had not been the best of fathers or husbands. One of the girls from our training class, “Cassie,” told us all that she knew that Melissa didn’t have friends or family close by, and because of this would like to throw a baby shower for her and invite all of the former trainees and a few of Melissa’s friends. Even though I had always found Cassie to be a bit abrasive, I thought it was a sweet gesture for her to go above and beyond the normal office-standard so that we could possibly get Melissa some of the bigger items that we knew it would be difficult for her to afford one her own (we all were hired at the same modest salary, and I still don’t know how she stretches that for her and the two kids she already has). I and several of the girls from the office told Cassie we would love to attend, just let us know when and where.

Cassie let us know when and where – and how much. She told us that it was to take place at one of the swankier uptown clubs – think country club inside of a sky scraper – where she used to work. We were all to get $25 dollars to her for the cost of our meals. I was taken aback that Cassie was “hosting” a party we were all supposed to pay for. She also told us that she couldn’t afford alcohol, but if anyone else wanted she would “sneak some white wine in.” I didn’t think it was appropriate for the other guests to be drinking when the guest of honor clearly couldn’t, but again kept my opinions to myself.  Cassie proceeded to tell us over the next two months how she was planning so much for the party and how she “didn’t know planning a baby shower took this much effort.”

Well, apparently her version of planning a baby shower and mine are different. Her planning, as became apparent, meant buying a pair of hooker platform heels online along with a short brown patterned dress with a puffy red crinoline which showed off way too much of her assets. As soon as I and the other coworkers got there, we saw her standing with a hand on her hip, other hand poised with a full wine glass which she proclaimed was her “third of the morning.” And when she was getting her hair and nails professionally done (for a baby shower?) she shared with us that they had been generous with the “flirtinis”. She then shared with us some “bad news.” Apparently, she had banned the guest of honor from bringing her children and told her she needed to find a sitter. How a single mother of modest resources and new to the city is supposed to find a sitter for Saturday afternoon is unknown to me, but apparently Melissa had found one; however, the sitter had backed out two weeks before the shower and Melissa had been unable to secure a new one. Cassie shared with us how peeved she was Melissa didn’t have a back up sitter and that it took “some nerve” to bring her kids to this event as she was supposedly about to do.

Once we were all assembled, Cassie took another gulp of wine and, after scanning the room with a critical eye, announced  that we all “better remember this” when she gets pregnant. We then served ourselves awkwardly from a few nice looking platters of sandwiches and fruit (which did not look to be $25 worth). There were no games and the hostess made no efforts to introduce people or get conversation started – she simply sat back with her nose in the air, waiting for people to talk with her and shooting disdainful looks at Melissa’s energetic children. They may have been a little more active then I would normally have liked, but were clearly providing the only entertainment.

After the meal and forced conversation were over, we encouraged Melissa to open her gifts. Cassie just stared at her, and so another of Melissa’s friends (thankfully realizing Cassie would be no help) whipped out some extra paper and a pen and offered to keep track of names/gifts. Melissa graciously thanked everyone for their gifts.  Cassie looked unimpressed and shot a few more angry looks at the children. Melissa opened Cassie’s gift which was supposedly some really nice, obscure baby related item. Melissa thanked Cassie for it as graciously as she had thanked all the other guests for their contributions, but Cassie looked (and later confirmed at work, several times), like she thought her gift deserved far more praise.  At last we moved on to the cake which Cassie made a point of letting everyone know that she had paid $70 for – I don’t think I’ll forget that fact as long as I live. I nibbled on my cake and, after a few pictures were snapped, got out of there as fast as I could.

Next Monday, Cassie made it clear she felt that Melissa’s children had ruined the party and she couldn’t believe that Melissa had never purchased her a hostess gift. For my part, I received a lovely thank you note for my gift within a week. Since this shower Cassie had a mental breakdown at work and moved out of state to be close to her parents. I’ve heard she’s expecting a little boy this summer, and I just wonder who has had the honor of planning her shower. 0224-11

The Obligatory Work Bridal Shower

Oh, here we go again, a bridal shower at work for yet another wedding that 99% of the staff is not invited to!

This is the 3rd or 4th in a few years and I am wondering when everyone is going to catch on that this is just not right.

I am opting out and taking a day of vacation on the day of the shower for the bride who can barely find two words to utter to me during the work day now I am expected to cough up some hard earned cash to buy her a gift…sorry but
I will not be intimidated into this again.

Sincerely, Your co-workers   0107-11

Some brides need to develop a profound aversion to being feted with showers attended by people they have no interest in socializing with either at work or outside of work or having as guests to their wedding.  The obligatory workplace shower, where everyone feels this compulsion to shower their soon-to-be-wed co-worker with gifts simply because they happen to share a cubicle farm with her, should go the way of the dinosaur and be relegated to private functions outside of work.

Have a need to honor a co-worker’s impending nuptials?  Bring cupcakes or some delectable, shareable treat to work in “honor” of the bride and leave it at that.  Do not become the vehicle of her avarice by driving her down the road to greedy presumptions that her co-workers somehow owe her gifts even though their presence at her wedding is not so dearly coveted.   Bring your own gift and give it privately.

Showered With Uninvited Guest

I have to rat on myself for my severe breech of etiquette at a friend’s baby shower some years ago. I was still in high school at the time, and very prone to making social gaffes!

A very sweet young woman at our church (“Sara”) became pregnant out of wedlock, but the women in our church supported her decision to keep the baby and threw her a shower, inviting all the women in the church (so it wasn’t the most formal event). The shower was hosted by one of the deacon’s wives at her home, and my mother and I were invited. However, Mom couldn’t go, and I had a party with some friends scheduled a couple of hours after the shower’s start time. I considered not going, since I was giving my friend “Rachel” a ride to the party. Somehow in my stupid sixteen-year-old brain, I finally decided that it would be okay if I took Rachel with me to Sara’s shower for an hour or so, and then we would leave early for the party. Not a problem, right? Rachel and Sara sort of knew each other from school…several years ago… (Note: Rachel did NOT attend the same church as Sara and myself)

Rachel reluctantly agreed to attend the shower, and I think she even managed to find a small gift, despite my asking her at the last minute. Sara looked a little surprised to see Rachel there, but she graciously thanked us both for coming. An awkward situation of my own making, to be sure, but it got even worse for poor Rachel. During the shower games (a pox upon the crass inventor of the “identify-the-candybar-microwaved-in-the-diaper” monstrosity), Rachel proved to be particularly adept at a baby-ified version of “concentration,” and ended up winning one of the prizes! The poor girl was mortified, as she had been trying NOT to win, and she intentionally left her prize on a side table when we departed a little while later.

At church the next Sunday, one of the women handed me Rachel’s prize, sweetly informing my that my friend had “forgotten her candle holder.” I decided to spare Rachel any further embarrassment, and gave the gift to my highly amused mother. I have since profusely apologized to Rachel for putting her in such an awkward spot, and we laugh about the incident now. I learned my lesson though, and I will never again invite a friend to someone else’s shower, no matter how “informal” it is!   0513-10

Hijacked Shower

I am best friends with a woman we will call Susie. Susie is expecting her second child in a couple of months. She already has a son and she is expecting a daughter. I was talking with a mutual friend, “Emma,” about the coming joyful event, and Emma suggested we plan a party for Susie and the coming daughter. My initial reaction was “No” because I am not big on showers as it is and certainly frown upon the idea of a second shower. Emma, though, says that it would be nice have a small, intimate group of Susie’s closest friends. I was not thinking of it as a “shower” – just a party to celebrate friend – but I realized later I was clearly in the minority.

Now, I know what you are thinking because I have been reading this site for 2 years and I always thought the same thing. So, I should have known better. But, of course, I agreed. I thought it would be a really small party, no registries or anything like that.

A few issues arose at first and, while annoying, I moved past them. For instance, when we asked Susie’s husband for a list of people to invite to the “small, intimate” event, we got a list of 45 women. I also got a registry list that I discreetly put aside in the event someone asked for it. Susie’s husband also happened to mention the party to a couple women, one of whom emailed me her address for invitations. Unfortunately, she was not one of the 45 who made it to the list of 10 (almost entirely family). So, I had the unpleasant task of telling her there was a misunderstanding and she was not invited.

Emma and I had trouble finding a location near Susie’s house for the party. We decided to ask Susie’s MIL if she would be willing to open up her home for the party. We made it clear that we would take care of all the details – we were just looking for a location. I had checked local sites but for a 10am event most restaurants were closed and there were not many options. MIL happily agreed. This was my second faux pas.

So, Emma and I very excitedly start planning the event. I sent out invitations and asked MIL if it would be okay if I came at 9am on the day of the event to decorate – I never received a response. A few days later, MIL sent an email saying she forgot to invite a couple of cousins. (?) I was distracted by life so I did not see the subtle shift. We were fine for a couple additional invites, so we agreed.

Then, she sent an email to Emma and I explaining what she was going to serve and that she was getting decorations, paper products, favors, and anything else necessary for the party. She asked whether she should order the cake or whether Susie’s mom would like to make it. I emailed her back and thanked her for her generosity but explained that Emma and I were planning the entire event and taking care of all food, decorations, etc. I have extensive experience in party-planning so I like to take a unique approach to decorations, usually centered around a theme (Emma and I had agreed I would do decorations). I also mentioned that since it was a 10am shower, we were going to have breakfast foods (MIL had planned cold cuts).

MIL wrote back and explained that she wanted to decorate the night before and she was going out to shop for supplies. She also asked whether people would want to eat when they came to the shower and thought, instead, we’d eat after opening present and shower games (?! Of course, we did not intend to have games). Thus, lunch was appropriate. (Side note: I’ve been to several showers where the hostesses did not allow guests to eat immediately and it has always been a pet peeve of mine – most guests arrive ready to eat.) She otherwise expressed all the same points she made in the original email in which she explained her plan for the event.

At this point, I really did not want to compete with her for the event so I told her that it sounded like she had everything under control and that it made sense for me to step down as co-host. (Does a party of 7 guests need 3 hostesses?) She responded that she was sorry for offending me and that she would not interfere but just take care of favors and decorations (and return the paper products she had purchased). Honestly, I had spent all the energy I had intended to invest in the event. I wrote back and thanked her but said that we had different ideas about the event and she was clearly excited about her idea. I just did not want to fight with her for control — not one of the battles in life I cared enough about to fight.

Lesson learned: NEVER ask someone if she will allow you to use her house if you are not willing to make her a co-host and NEVER EVER go against your instinct to not throw a party.   0429-10