Love is in the air ...

I've been in a bit of a cold war with one of the chicks (StoopidCow) who organises our trainers' timetables.

The whole thing began about six weeks ago when she started to spend an inordinate amount of time chatting on the phone with her latest squeeze and refusing to answer calls from those people who pay her wages, i.e clients.

Because of her newfound love interest, StoopidCow's mind isn't really that much on the job and she keeps on making the same stupidass mistakes over and over again ... which she obviously, consistently, refuses to acknowledge.

The last straw came last week when, as a consequence of one of her daily screw ups, i had to spend a full day giving a course.

Be that as it may, i asked her colleague (HippyChick) not to put it onto my charge sheet but retain it 'for a rainy day' where we might want to use the course, free of charge and as a demo, to win over a potential client - it's a current ploy, by the way.

The next day, StoopidCow stuck her beak in and credited the course to another trainer.

So y'know...

Today, in one of my increasingly rare coffee breaks, i thought i'd go and just check out which trainers are working with which of my clients for the next week.

MissusBossWoman and HippyChick were happily gassin' at the front desk, when HippyChick asked me if i wanted to take care of "Tinkers'" timetable :

"Puisque tu ne veux pas qu’elle (StoopidCow) touche à tes clients avec ses sales pattes, veux-tu t'en occuper ?" * "Since you don't want her putting her stinkin' mitts on your clients, d'you wanna take care of it ?" *

Cue a sidelong and inquiring look from MissusBossWoman.

I can feel that there's going to be a Three in the Office situation any day soon.

Very soon.