Home alone

I've taken the day off sick. I've sort of crashed after the last month of working ridiculous hours, missing mealtimes and surviving on biscuits. My stomach is in uproar and my head hurts. Only now, after a few happy hours of blogging am I beginning to perk up.

And what exciting job do I have? It's riveting, believe me, I work for a bank. We've just done a deal that had to be communicated internally. The lawyers have been looking at it for weeks. Every day they were going to sign by end of business. Finally, they did. Due to various regulations, agreements, and synchronisation across international time zones - won't bore you with the details - Yours Truly ended up sending out e-mails at midnight.

Tut... I'm lucky to have a job, I know. Don't know what it's like over the other side of The Pond, but here in Europe we're busy transferring jobs to India...