Little bit annoyed at my rather higher up colleague
She's at that big BBC foody thing down in London, and asked me to track a parcel. The status was "Please Call" which I did, and the helpful phone-monkey informed me that the order is merely in the process of being picked up from the depot and what with the order deadline being today, it will likely be delivered by 6pm.

Can't argue with that thought I - called aforementioned colleague.

"Oh FFS TDW, give me the number/consignment number, I'll do it myself".

Pretty fucking bemused at this to be honest. Won't take the shine off things though, as the birds coming home tonight, fun times tonight, gonig out for an expensive meal tomorrow just the two of us, wine to be consumed (first booze in 4 weeks!!) and then.. more erm fun. So fuck the spastic politics of the office!
( whenanimalsattackhumans clad in global hypercolour, Fri 13 Nov 2009, 12:58, Reply)