First of all, who the hell sets a conference call between grey and drizzly London (ie me) and sunny California (ie LA bods) at the end of the Monday of my most stressful week EVER?
Americans, that’s who.
Hark back to this morning, 9.30, I shuffled into my office, yawned a lot and basically scrolled through emails for half an hour until the three cups of coffee I’d had already that morning made it into my bloody stream enough for me to summon the energy to give a crap.
The end of the day here – so 9.30 in LA – I dial into the most bright and breezy conference call imaginable. Seriously, it was like dialling Disneyland. WTF people? I know you all hang out in the sunshine all day, and it’s thanksgiving this week, and you get to eat turkey and yams on Thursday, but seriously? You have to be that cheerful?
And don’t get me started on Thanksgiving. Here I was thinking it meant that I would get radio silence from Stateside for one, maybe two days. Ohhhhhh no. Apparently, driving for 10 hours to get to your folks house is the norm, or getting on a plane, or space rocket or whatever. So I lose Wednesday too. Then, of course, Tuesday is the last day of the world’s shortest week, so no one’s giving a crap about replying to my desperate email.
Oh. Great. All right then, have fun guys.
I love those crazy yanks really. They bring me lucky charms when they come to visit. And proper pop corn. And I sort of used to be one/live amongst them at one point.
I’m just jealous. I want a pointless mid-November food fest.
In other news – Maxie G is in London! We are going for drinkies and going to watch ‘End of the Rainbow’ tomorrow!
I think this post is my most bipolar post yet. I just had sugar – can you tell? Sadly, that’s not a euphemism.
Love y’all! (Specially you Maxie)