A normal day at the office

I needed some information about weather or not we were supplying a certain object for our customers.

I emailed both A and a man called G, who is in charge of the production side.
Dear A and G, I wrote in my email, A few of our clients have asked about this specific object. Would you be able to tell me if we supply this or not, please?

G answered first. His email wrote:
The answer is in our last meeting’s protocol.

I emailed back:
I’m sure it does. But since I wasn’t invited to the meeting, and haven’t had the protocol forwarded to me, I’m still none the wiser.

He never replied.

A, on the other hand, emailed me after a while saying: as decided.

I emailed A explaining I knew they’d decided something, but that I hadn’t been informed, so could he please answer my question?

He didn’t, of course.

I put my coat on, walked all the way up to our co-workers who’s office is allocated on the other side of town, asked to have a copy of the last meetings protocol, walked back, read it and contacted our now rather frustrated clients.

Just as I put the phone down after speaking to the last client in question, A popped his head in my office with the opening line My god, Miss Marple, you are a bit bloody persistent with your emails, aren’t you?

I lost it. What is wrong with you? I said. I have had to walk up to the other office, get a copy of the protocol and then walk all the way back to get the god damn question answered!

But of course we supply the object in question, he said a bit nonchalant.

See? I said. That’s the answer I was looking for. Wasn’t too hard to spit out, was it?!

Oh, he said. Was THAT what you were wondering. I must’ve misunderstood you. Then again I never read your emails properly. I know they always contain work for me.