The one in which I complain a lot

C is gone this week - he's in Toulon finishing up his marine reservist training - and I'm currently in the middle of packing two suitcases. One for this weekend and one for Monday. But let's backtrack a bit - had things gone as planned, I would've been gone this week as well. I had scheduled several customer visits, and was thinking how nice it would be to kill two birds with one stone and be gone a week that C was also gone.

Enter in my condescending co-worker. ie. the one who simultaneously talks to me like I'm slow and treats me like his b*tch.

I'm the only French-speaker in The Company, which means I get stuck with all of the francophone clients. Which also means I now have twice as many customers as my co-workers. So I took a look at my client list, found a handful who *cross-my-fingers* speak decent enough English, and asked my boss if I could give them away to a colleague to try and lighten my load. He said "Sure" - and then proceeded to give them to the aforementioned condescending co-worker.

Who then decided he absolutely HAD to come to France this week or hell would freeze over. And since he's the most senior person in my team, his needs take priority over mine and I had to cancel my visits.....so I could translate for him. WTF? That was the whole point of me choosing customers who spoke some English. He says it's just a one-time thing, but I highly doubt it. So way to go self, you just added even more to your workload.

The worst part is that he ended up changing his mind at the last minute and canceled everything. For whatever reason, he decided he wanted to move our visit to next week instead - ie the week that C has off and that we were supposed to spend together. Which means that not only could I have kept my original schedule, but also now I won't see C until late next week. The man essentially f"ed up two entire weeks for me. Thank you kind sir.

The one bright spot in the week is that I'll be leaving for Finland this evening with Miss Leyla - we're going to relive our glory days there and celebrate Vappu. (Though considering there is a high of 8°C this weekend, our celebrating might have to be indoors). The downside is that I won't get back until around 12:30am Sunday night - which normally wasn't supposed to be a big deal since I was supposed to have the week off - but now I have to head over to the train station at 6:30am Monday morning (again, thank you dear co-worker).

I don't take kindly to being talked to like an idiot, and even less so when I'm exhausted, so if you hear of one American off-ing another in Brittany early next week, you'll know exactly why....