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Apr. 19th, 2009 09:01 pmI am so tired right now. I've had just about the busiest weekend imaginable. Firstly, last week I started a second job which is basically a nightwatchman gig which involves nightwatchmaning from 5-11 on Monday through Thursday. It's actually a pretty sweet gig because there's often not that much to do so I can, like, sit around and read.
Then this weekend was the Young Labour national conference, which was an absolute blast, but omg SO TIRING. No sleep for you! My weekend went something like this:
THURSDAY
10PM: Billets arrive (Danny, who I already knew was lovely, and Jasmine and Martin, new CHCH YL kids who were also super-nice, plus Jasmine's boyfriend. This is the only time I spent with Jasime's boyfriend since he never came to conference).
10-11:30 PM: Talk to billets for an hour or so.
11:30-12, 1 AM: I go to bed and read and sleep.
FRIDAY:
6 AM: Crawl out of bed.
8 AM: arrive at VUW.
8-5PM: conference! It's good and at some point I'll probably post about some of the panels.
5-9 PM: Quiz night.
9-1:30: Drunken revelry.
1:30-2 AM: Walk home.
SATURDAY:
6 AM: Crawl out of bed, make pikelets to take to Women's Breakfast. Curse ovaries, feminism, etc.
8:30: Women's breakfast! Tasty.
10-4 PM: conference!
4PM: I go to work. Everybody else has an AGM.
5-11 PM: I get sworn at by drunk people. Everyone else has a six hour AGM. Nobody can decide which fate is worse.
11-4 AM: Drunken revelry.
4: Taxi home!
SUNDAY:
7AM: wake up independently of alarm clock. Use choice phrases.
10AM: conference. But not the panel I wanted to go to, which had been shifted to
11:30 AM: Everyone else has a panel on NZ blogging with David Farrar, Keith Ng, and someone else who I forget. (Keith Ng is why I was actually keen, although also kind of Farrar.) I have work.
11:30-8:15 PM: I get sworn at by drunk people, but it's worse this time because I'm kind of hungover. Everyone else goes home.
So I'm running a serious sleep deficit right now, but it was worth it because I had a totes awesome weekend. Also, somewhere in there I got a Dreamwidth invite code! \o/ I envision most of my time tomorrow being spent tossing up whether I want to be labellementeuse or birdhead. Opinions, anyone?
Then this weekend was the Young Labour national conference, which was an absolute blast, but omg SO TIRING. No sleep for you! My weekend went something like this:
THURSDAY
10PM: Billets arrive (Danny, who I already knew was lovely, and Jasmine and Martin, new CHCH YL kids who were also super-nice, plus Jasmine's boyfriend. This is the only time I spent with Jasime's boyfriend since he never came to conference).
10-11:30 PM: Talk to billets for an hour or so.
11:30-12, 1 AM: I go to bed and read and sleep.
FRIDAY:
6 AM: Crawl out of bed.
8 AM: arrive at VUW.
8-5PM: conference! It's good and at some point I'll probably post about some of the panels.
5-9 PM: Quiz night.
9-1:30: Drunken revelry.
1:30-2 AM: Walk home.
SATURDAY:
6 AM: Crawl out of bed, make pikelets to take to Women's Breakfast. Curse ovaries, feminism, etc.
8:30: Women's breakfast! Tasty.
10-4 PM: conference!
4PM: I go to work. Everybody else has an AGM.
5-11 PM: I get sworn at by drunk people. Everyone else has a six hour AGM. Nobody can decide which fate is worse.
11-4 AM: Drunken revelry.
4: Taxi home!
SUNDAY:
7AM: wake up independently of alarm clock. Use choice phrases.
10AM: conference. But not the panel I wanted to go to, which had been shifted to
11:30 AM: Everyone else has a panel on NZ blogging with David Farrar, Keith Ng, and someone else who I forget. (Keith Ng is why I was actually keen, although also kind of Farrar.) I have work.
11:30-8:15 PM: I get sworn at by drunk people, but it's worse this time because I'm kind of hungover. Everyone else goes home.
So I'm running a serious sleep deficit right now, but it was worth it because I had a totes awesome weekend. Also, somewhere in there I got a Dreamwidth invite code! \o/ I envision most of my time tomorrow being spent tossing up whether I want to be labellementeuse or birdhead. Opinions, anyone?
