The Last Friday

Good morning!
I packed! Only clothes and bedlinen and electricals and bathroom and kitchen stuff left to do. Which is more than I'd like to have left, but it is difficult to pack when asleep.
NewBossLady made me a cup of coffee*. I really like NewBossLady. She's going away for three weeks from lunchtime today. I must not play cat and mouse. I shall be busy and prepare to raise lots of money. I shall find a way of getting the £65,000 we need yesterday and have drafts for the new legacy element of the campaign ready for when she is back.
And I will.
I have a suitably slutty outfit prepared for this evening. I hope there are poles again, but I'm sure we'll make do *grin*
Just a bland list of a Friday. Tomorrow I leave the Uber Flat, and London.
AaIiiEEeeeeee!
Everything feels strange and surreal and painkillers are not helping anything but the toothache.

[update]
* No, no she did not. She made me a cup of instant Nescafé. We shall have to have Words.

For the curious and in pain

Do not bite liquid filled capsule pain killers.
Even if you have wisdom-tooth ache.
Even if you have two bottles of Lucozade on stand-by.
Even if you don't care about horrid tasting burning numbness.

*bullet nibbling*

Oh dear
Oh dear o dear o dear
Oh dear o dear oh deary me
So I tell the Chief Exec (the only other executive here) that I'll probably be leaving a bit early. And I will. I'm going to head out in about half an hour or so.
Oh dear oh dear.

Nervous...
What is she doesn't like it?
And yes, I know, that's not quite the point but oh deary me.
It's been a while, what if it doesn't suit me?

*excited*