Still knackered

Phoooweee it's been a tough week. Only 3weeks after starting to work with a particular client and I was asked to provide an analysis to prove that the advertising they spend a few million on each year is actually having an impact on the bottom line.

This came about because my client has to defend her budget to the board of directors next week and they’re threatening her with a significant reduction. Not good news, since if that happens, it’s potentially curtains for the agency, we’ll be $6million out of pocket and a dozen staff could be looking for work.

No pressure.

Unsurprisingly it’s weighed heavily on my mind all week and I’ve had a hard time switching off from work, which is typically not a problem for me. As soon as I’m through that revolving door and onto the street the office is but a dim and distant memory. I’m definitely a ‘work to live’ type, not a ‘live to work’. Unfortunately this week thoughts and ideas have been springing to mind at the oddest of hours and I’ve been jumping out of bed in the middle of the night to Blackberry them to myself before losing the thread, although whether my sleep deprived notions make any sense in the cold light of day is debatable, however the client is thrilled with what she’s seen so far, so that’s good news. At least this week she loves me.

After 5plus days of sporadic sleep I’ve been looking decidedly hag like. I was so exhausted I went to bed at 8.30pm last night after a cursory clean of my apartment. That was my Friday night. I'm a single 30-something woman living in Manhattan and I'm spending my Friday night cleaning my apartment and going to bed earlier than Grandma. How rock ‘n’ roll of me. Don’t tell me I don’t know how to take full advantage of that New York party lifestyle ;-)