I'm feeling thoroughly fed up. What makes it worse is that I'm thoroughly fed up because Vicky and Charlie are coming. I should be looking forward to them coming and had hoped everything would be in place for them. I don't think that is too much to ask when I'm four months into the assignment and this date has been in place since before I arrived in country.
Though chatting to Vicky has cheered me up. Her words were we will survive and it puts it into perceptive as having to survive is not in question. Only being away from home for a year, most definitely my choice, and despite the fabulous opportunity for work and exploring the culture I didn't expect to be messed around like this by agencies. Perhaps I'm naive. I just wanted it to be comfortable for Vicky and Charlie and for people to honour what they say they will do in a timely manor. This all stems now from a mattress but it doesn't half sour the moment. I'm so very much looking forward to them being here and they are giving up so much for me to have this opportunity with work.