What do you do when you have to visit 17 places in a week? Why, you either forget the stupid idea or plan a pretty tight schedule. The second option was chosen by my superiors.
Now, you'd reasonably expect they'd stick to it once they started moving, won't you? Well, no way in all the seven hells! The dates got all mixed up and now I don't know even when they start arriving! So much for planning in advance, eh?
The funniest part is, the hotel reservation may become void if they change the schedule… and guess who they'd blame? Riiight, it would be me — for the failure to appreciate that they'll screw up the schedule. Time for changing the job again? Or an opportunity to prove that "they screw us, but it only makes us stronger" and shake some benefits from The Management while at it? Decisions, decisions…
Update: Actually, the most stupid part turned out to be just simple misunderstanding (which in turn arose from an error of one particular guy), so it got sorted out in a couple of minutes. But the real screw-up is waiting just round the corner...
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