You know those days when you get into work, and immediately you need to polish off an excel document, and organise three meeting rooms, and a laptop, two projectors, and some catering, and print out a series of documents for two different meetings, and send out the minutes, and then go to a meeting, and that drags on, and halfway through you have to duck out for a moment to reorganise another meeting, and then the first meeting you're in overruns, so you have to run around in the 15 minutes between that and your next meeting collecting the laptop and projector, and travelling with people in the lift so you can get a moment to talk to them, and then being late for the second meeting, which then overruns by 25 minutes into the third meeting for which you need to be there to do the set-up, and there's 20 people waiting for you, and then you get that sorted, and get back to your desk, and someone tells you your voicemail isn't working, and someone else tells you they need a luncheon voucher right now, and can you make sure those interview packs have been sent out to everyone so they get a chance to review them beforehand, and someone else wants to rearrange their 1-1…

*sporks self in eye, which has developed a novelty twitch, much like Scrat from Ice Age* 

It's not hard work - it's just the 'all at the same time' thing that gets me down.

Screw it. Oxford Street is just around the corner. I'm going to go buy myself something. If anyone wants me in the next half hour, hard luck – no one at work knows my mobile number.