What a cock up
9.00 today is teleconference time. Tomorrow I go to London for 2 days and have arranged meetings and accommodation.
I log in at 9.00 and listen to muzak for 11 minutes before giving up and phoning another guy who is supposed to be involved. "That's tomorrow," he says, "the 8th." "But today is the 8th and we are also meeting on Wednesday the 10th in London."
"Today is the 7th and we are meeting on Thursday," says he.
I now have to unravel all this shite