Something came up at work yesterday. It was really nobody's fault. Yet somehow I do feel responsible for it.

Basically one of the idiots at work kept chasing one of the new girls to send out an invitation letter. And when she finally sent it out he was unhappy that he did not get to vet and approve before that. The thing was he made the poor girl so flustered and confused that she only thought to send the letter out as soon as she could. It was not exactly my fault as I could not very well ask to see her letter first (since I was not above her) and I was under the impression that the letter had been approved by someone 'upstairs'. Besides, it was not my job or responsibility in the first place. But then, I still felt so bad about the blooper that I was thinking about it the whole of last night.

Haiz.