Oh, what a day it's been.
Not only have I been bombarded with emails, pretty much all asking for the same thing, and in the same vein, but I managed to get utterly behind with everything (due to puking up my guts on Thursday night, and being fairly grotty on Friday).
Anyhoo, to cut a long and fairly angry story short, I ended up wailing down the phone at someone in a desperate bid to find out just what the jeffing heck was going on. This was alternated with me shouting things like 'F**k, f**k, f**k W*NKCHOPS!' and so forth.
It was only after I replaced the receiver that I remembered that I work in an open plan office, and one of the blokes who works across the way was staring at me in a most dubious fashion. Oh dear.
Add to that the fact that I went up to one of my colleagues and asked 'Can you just make it stop, please? Now?' combined with a look of utter despair and I think you get the idea of how rubbish my working day has been.
And now I'm embarrassed. Really, really, face-like-suburned-lobster embarrassed.
Oh and mum, if you're reading this, I'm sorry. It'll never happen again. *uncrosses fingers*