~ Life is like a boat ~

I am in such a very bad, bad mood.

Figuratively, I'd say that I'm feeling as though my blood was boiling so hard with anger that the vapour was leaking out from my ears. I had had to "apologise" for something extremely stupid - for doing something like a brainless staff - despite the fact that it was actually an accident. And a pretty shameful accident, indeed.

On Monday, I was told to "help" to arrange for a certain staff a trip to KL. I got a message, saying that it was "OK" to book the same flights that I had done for Mrs P - who was travelling to KL at that period, too. Since it was such a short notice, I had to contact the agency to get it done the soonest possible.

And all had been quite pleasant until later that day when Mrs P made a call to check about the flights. I learnt, then, that the flights were supposed to be different from the ones of Mrs P's - to avoid possible operational risks. She sounded quite astonished when asking whether I were not aware of that.

What a shame!

I was pretty certain that I hadn't had received any mails emphasising on such point. All I had read before booking those flights was that it was OK to get them to travel together for this trip. Very well, what was I supposed to say? I had to answer Mrs P that I might've skipped that point and would try to fix it on the next day. And it was very unfortunate luck for me indeed, because one of the flights was a "fixed" trip - which meant that I could do absolutely nothing about it.

Apart from those uncontrollable circumstances, I received a call from a senior secretary who was co-ordinating this event with KL office. She questioned me a lot about the flights and, finally, told me to write an explanation to her foreign counterpart exactly what being discussed on the phone.

Earlier, the culprit had sent email to that foreign counterpart, saying that I was assigned by Mrs P to help arranging the flights in this trip. Very, very darn well, the faults were then officially mine, weren't they? I had been trying to stay optimistic about this incident, but all were broken when I saw how the responsibility was thrown into my hand as the mail to that foreign counterpart was a reply mail with attached message stating that they did not want us to arrange for Mrs P and that certain staff to fly in the same flights. 

Didn't it look as though I had had been aware of their concern, but were unable to comply with it? 

What sort of staff was I, then?

A someone who hastily got things done without paying any proper attention? 

That person heard all the conversion and must've been aware of me getting under stress because of this. But she chose to stay silent and, to be worst, pretending to innocently enjoy herself with other staffs like nothing serious had happened.

I truly despise this sort of people.

I admit that it was also my fault to have trusted in information passed from this colleague instantly. I should've done many things about it, but what's the point to mourn over the spilt milk?

I don't regret for what I had done.

But I won't forgive the person who innocently pushed me into this sea of shame!