Friday is the new Tuesday

Well, the day was turning out just fine. In fact the only saving grace has been the absolutely splendid wine we've had.

Actually the morning wasnt too bad - part of my work here is getting all of our launch and marketing materials done, and we use a third party company that interpret my insane ramblings into pretty PR speak and carefully written articles that don't alienate large portions of society. So to get all this stuff done I have to have conference calls at daft-o-clock which I'd normally hate. But the girl working on the stuff over in Leicester has a voice and personality that could melt entire icebergs. Silky honey tones with a lovely english accent all mingle together to generate a sense of warmth and bring on a smile you cant hide. The sort of voice you can imagine would stop a planet turning if she asked nicely enough! No idea what she looks like, but she's just got that voice... Also she has a tremendous enthusiasm for her work which serves to motivate me a little more so she can do a good job as well. Suddenly 6am conference calls dont seem so bad!

So, why do I still say it's bad? firstly I've managed to wash my wallet... destroying everything paper in it, and about $40 in notes. Thankfully the plastic seems to be okay.. My jeans are covered in interesting fluffy dead receipts though...

Our monster that lives in the garbage disposal machine is on strike, and theres the sudden realisation that our boss arrives next week... and we have even more work to do.

Bleeurgh.