Shitburgers

Oh my, I cannot believe I survived this week. It has been extremely busy at work, so busy that I feel like I have just been taking shitburgers, one after another. I have been working late most nights, at home of course, doing work on my laptop. Yesterday was such an interesting day. 

At 6.30am, Grumpy took off with his mate to the airport - and they were travelling to Malaysia for a bucks party! So that means its just myself and Little Bambi at home, to fend for ourselves. 

I dropped her off to creche at 7am. She was the only kid there. I swear I drove back home with a massive pang of guilt! It is too early in the morning, and most kids only start coming in at 8am or 8.30am. 

I rushed to work on the train, grabbed my favourite coffee , made it to my desk by 8am and did my work as usual. At 12.15pm, my ex-boss from my old work organised lunch for 10 of us who used to work together, also in the same bank, but lunch was in a different building. I work in 500 Bourke Street, lunch was at 700 Bourke Street. Walked there, had lunch, said my hellos, and walked back again to 500. At 2.15pm, I packed my laptop, cleared my desk (bloody flexi-desk policy) and ran for my life to my next 2.30pm meeting at 800 Bourke Street. Bloody hell. Weather was warm, OMFG I was sweating like an effing pig! Also, I barely know my way around 800 Bourke building, which made it nearly impossible to make it in time to my meeting. Meeting rooms in this building are, as an example, 'Meeting room 1234', which means Pier 1, Level 2, Room 34. I found myself stopping people to ask "Excuse me, where's Pier 8?????"

2.30pm meeting went great. It still have no idea how I made it there in time. Then the next meeting, also in 800 Bourke, was at 3.30pm. It had some fancy name called 'The Hub - Meeting Room 2345'. This is rocket science, isn't it? Again, I had to ask someone, "Excuse me, where is The Hub, Pier 2?" The 3.30pm meeting was an interesting one, a Board meeting, I arrived 5 minutes early, only to find out I am the second last person to arrive. There were ten people already seated. The last person was of course the Chairman of the Board. Anyways, got it over and done with. TICK!

Next stop, back again in 700 Bourke St, to have a quick cup of coffee with Little-Miss-Whats-For-Lunch. It started to rain. Shitburgers.

The final stop, back to the CBD from Docklands, was at Campari house for our team drinks, which is all paid for by work. After drinks, I took the train (a bit tipsy) and got home at 8pm. 

While I did all of that, in the back of my mind, of course, I was thinking of my Little Bambi. Thank goodness I had Dopey. He was kind enough to offer to pick her up from creche. I made a checklist for him, which meant that he had to bath her, feed her dinner and put her to bed. Dopey had to be in Adelaide for work yesterday, but I twisted his arm, and he changed his Adelaide trip to next week. 

Last night, as I laid in bed, my legs sore and my head mentally exhausted, I was just glad the day was well and truly over! With Little Bambi by my side, I kissed her cheeks and tell myself how blessed I am that she is such a good kid. I do owe my brother big time for helping me out yesterday too.