Money Trouble
Thursday, August 3rd, 2006I’ve been tasked with sorting out the organisational budget for the whole of the next three years. I’ve already done half of it, because I was given a three day deadline by a large and influential donor. I spent days crouched over my laptop tapping astronomical numbers into excel, cross checking them, and howling ‘Gaaaaaaaaah, SHIT. Now I have to start all over again.’ No-one ever appreciated the depth of the trauma I suffered at the hands of my maths homework every single week of my pre-A-level life. Likewise, no-one will appreciate the horror I am now fearfully contemplating. I am so misunderstood.
Anyway, now it’s time to do the other half. My boss asked me on Monday if I would be able to produce something by the end of the week, so of course I’ve been spending every waking hour between then and now resizing photos for the organisation’s lovely new website, of which I am in charge, composing funky website copy, writing to-do lists, trying to think of witty and fascinating blog posts, making cups of tea, and attempting to block out the bilge washing around my ears that these days passes for office banter (I do this by repeating the words ‘Yes’, ‘No’ and ‘What?’ in that order in the hope that one day it will become obvious that I’m not listening).
Now I have an hour in which to do a month’s work. Which is obviously why I’m writing this.
Desperate times, people. Desperate times.
Lordy, I wish I could get hold of some jaffa cakes.
