... tells me on Friday that he'll let me know today (Monday) exactly what he wants this week.
Gets to 5pm and I send a text as haven't heard a peep from him,only to get one back saying he'll let me know at 2pm tomorrow.
Why say Monday if you don't mean it then Dave?
(And I bet any money you like that 2.00 tomorrow will come and go with no word!)
I honestly can't abide tardiness. He's been late for every meeting - by hours and now he's keeping me waiting another day. Perhaps he thinks the cake fairies come in the night and magically produce mince pies and traybakes. If he wants dozens of the wretched things, I need to know so I can plan my time accordingly.
Get a grip man.

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