A little while ago my delightful friend Hannah posted something on her new blog Miss Pinches about a day in the life of Hannah. It entailed a typical day for her at university. The other day I took a couple of shots throughout the day and have decided to the do the same thing for my work day.
The day begins with a few too many hits on that snooze button and results in a later than planned start to the day. Despite knowing with my head that I need almost exactly an hour to get ready everday, my heart or physical body doesn’t want to comply and I leave myself only enough time to shower and blow dry my fringe. Thus resulting in me doing my makeup in the car.
I arrive at work to a barrage of emails. All work related. Tegan is away on her honeymoon and as such, I will have no Stegan entertainment throughout the day. I proceed to make my way through anything left over from the day before, and any new work coming in. Training means my phone still rings hot, even though I’m not longer sitting at Reception.
Today my day means a date with the abovementioned Hannah Pinches which makes everything a little bit better. We had Italian outdoors which was a welcome change.
Often I need to do errands and I get to use one of the Company’s Mazda’s 6’s. Which is a car size I am used to driving. Today I needed to go and pick out some new office chairs and to collect them, needed a bigger car. So they made me drive the big ute. It was an adventure all on it’s own.
White chocolate was necessary to get me through 3.30itus. Friday afternoon could not come soon enough.
As the obnoxious *insert anonymous name* department knock off work at 4.30pm with their exclusive snacks and drinking, admin continues tirelessly with the Fee Proposal that HAS to go out before the weekend that Management forgot about until just now (approx. 4.46pm). “Whoops, sorry Steff”.
I’m finally done. Knocking out a proposal in record time and finally feeling victorious as I kiss those Morgan signs goodbye and head off to my lonely car, the only one left in the car park and try not to skip or start singing Rebecca Black and realise that my job really isn’t that bad.