Say What?

MONDAY
Mr.Q sent me a text while I was giving a training.
"Could you copy all the unit files? I'll send the flashdisk later."

My answer was plain and simple.
"I won't be in the office till Thu. Is that OK with you?"

He replied.
"It's better than making all of them myself. (laugh, laugh, laugh)"

TUESDAY
My former staff sent me a text.
"Mbak, Mr. Q asks for the copy for all files but I couldn't find any. Please advise."

I called my former staff.
"When did he call? He told me that it was OK to get the files on Thursday. Another amnesia?" He was in his usual silent mode. :(

I sent a text to Mr. Q.
"Why did you ask my former staff to send you the files? Didn't you say that you could wait till Thursday?"

No reply. :#

FRIDAY
Mr. Q called. His voice sounded panicky. He had to meet a client at 3 and it was 2.15 already.
"How much is this product? I just want to make sure. And, what about the terms and condition? Is that possible?"

I answered the best I could.

In the afternoon, my branch secretary told me that Mr.Q's secretary wanted me to send some files. She said that her secretary friend needed them urgently. Apparently the power of stress affected her in some way. Poor her. :y I decided to send the files asap. To him and her.

The morale of this posting:
Mr.Q is such a great person, or so he said. Independent. Reliable. Brainy. Genius. Unbeatable. Then why on earth did the chaos take place in his world?

All of those and he still could say 'I made her'? :v