And, as per usual, the organisation is shockingly poor. I was on the phone to Catrinder earlier and I had a few questions regarding the trip. Just some simple questions like... What time are the flights? What airport are we flying into? Where are we going to stay in Belfast? What time do we get back on Wednesday? It turns out, between the both of us, the only thing we know is that we have booked into a B and B somewhere in Belfast and we fly out there some time on Saturday. Tomorrow's lunch break will be spent ringing various B and B's in Belfast asking if we have booked with them, whilst Catrinder Mcwinder Wiffendorinian will try and sift through the emails to try and find our flight times.
Work has been a lot nicer this week, with no more important news that involves a mail merge of over 3,000 letters. I've also managed avoid guiding people which means that no one has been sat on the wrong chair, no one has been told were taking a right when were actually taking a left, and no one has had to ensure the most scariest guiding experience of their lives. They say practise makes perfect but in my case I'm not convinced.
I will leave you all with a picture of what happens to me after a bottle or two of wine....
4 comments:
lol love the pic!!!
lol great pic :) Have a fab time in Belfast! I look forward to reading all about it...just hope you don't miss your flight!
fab pic ;) Have a good time and try and get back somehow...! xx
Hey, long time no hear from! And you're over here until tomorrow (well up the North, but technically still the same island)! If you don't remember to fly home, catch a train to Dublin and I can wave to you! And then catch it back to Belfast and I can wave at you some more as it pulls out of the station!
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