My job now involves all sorts of tasks. With the current trend of employing retards... er I mean media studies graduates as "runners" for peanuts, I often end up organising a lot of the camera crew stuff, including flights, customs clearances, trains, hotels, the lot. Rather than risking it to someone who can recite the credit list of all Tarrantino's films but can't book a friggin' hotel without forgetting someone (or booking the number of beds instead of separate rooms).
So it was a piece of p*ss to book a trip for my missus from London to Cornwall, stopping off overnight to visit a friend in Wiltshire. She got a "Crew Call" list with all the times, platform no, tickets in a folder etc. etc. All she had to do today was get on the fecking train, at the right time.
SHE FECKING MISSED IT!
Because she was having a coffee with her friend and overlooked the time!