Day 22 – Bullet your whole day.
Oh, yesterday was a SUPERB day to bullet. Times are as accurate as I can remember.
5.15am: Alarm goes off. Hit cellphone, kill alarm.
5.40am: Actually wake up, panic.
5.45am: Fumble with door, drop keys, manage to leave for work
6am: Arrive at work.
6.05am: Start work. Upload BAFTA Awards results, a number of Whitney Houston stories, Grammy Awards news
7.15am: Leave for Hyundai Diepriver to drop my car off for its service.
7.40am: Arrive, wait for five minutes while the moron in front of me takes forever to check her car in, check my car in.
8am: Climb into shuttle for lift back to work. Take stock of 1x Crazy Cat Lady, 1x Car-Sick Woman, 1x Elderly Professor, 1x Random Mechanic, 1x Driver and 1x Stressed Professional.
8.10am – 9.45am: Shuttle from Hyundai to petrol station (miles away from Hyundai) to Fairways to Wynberg to Wynberg Park to Claremont Hospital to Parklands to Woodstock. Listened to Crazy Cat Lady moan about traffic, detours, the route we were taking, theft in her area, the driver, the station we were listening to… Waited for Car-Sick Woman to throw up on me. She kept demanding windows be opened.
9.45am to 4pm: Work. Consisted of news-grammys-gallery-baftas-ah-social-media-crap-travel-damnit-ad-sales-no-i’m-too-busy-to-meet-celeb-news-rewrites-screech-at-intern-drink-coffee-more-coffee-moar-coffee-tea-water-damnit-videos-crap-spelling-error-argh-go-away-random-gtalk-people-i’m-busy-crap-okay-fine-let’s-go
4pm to 4.45pm: Trip back to Diepriver with three of my colleagues. Tried not to fall asleep.
4.45-5pm: Collect car. Marvel at Service Plan magic. Listen to the stuff they need to fix but is thankfully still under warranty.
5pm to 5.30pm: Trip home in awesome clean and smooth-running car.
5.30pm to 6.30pm: Searched for new belt for brother. Decided pizza was in order for dinner.
6.30pm: Why is there still traffic?! It’s 6.30pm!!!
7pm: Mmm…. pizza.
7.40pm: Home.101 Dalmations.Paint nails.
8pm: Check email randomly. Have major meltdown at amount of work expected from me.
9pm: A hot bath. So hot it would boil lobsters.
9.45pm: Watch random Grammy YouTube videos with brother.
10.30pm: Small cry at the futility of my existence, bed.