So, yesterday, the coffee service doesn't show up in the morning. Gary at Scuie Catering says "oh, you approved the invoice for only one service on Wed". Okay, I'll take responsibility for gysting the email after telling him that I needed service for both days. Stupid me for ASSUMING that he was doing what I requested.
Today... no lunch. Apparently he left there at 11:40. Still has not arrived, and it's 12:54. His partner is getting worried cuz when we phoned to freak out, he tried calling Gary and got no answer. So now, Gary may be dead in a ditch. Because apparently Gary ALWAYS answers when he sees that it's him on the phone.
Bill is MAAAAD with a capital mad. While it's not technically my fault, I'm the one that set it up, so guess who gets the cold shoulder on this one. Niiiiiiiiice.
I've been totally stressed the last two days and I've eaten badly (by choice) because of it. I'm struggling. Painfully.
Is it fucking Friday yet?
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