in this past week i have worked 68 hours
so many times, with so many teeny tiny details of this one university event i felt so fed up and just wanted to say "let's not and say we did".
however of course, i couldn't do that. as things kept getting thrown at me to sort out, i would just add more post it notes to my screen, because some how a fluorescent patch of sticky paper means i'll actually get something done
i would wake up at 3am remembering things i had forgotten to do and i had a constant sick feeling in my stomach for the past week
but
it's over. it's all said and done. my boss and i were laughing at the end of the night about funny names we have heard in the past (random, I know) and i realised, i hadn't laughed for about a week
and it felt so good
months of planning culminated in this (these were taken before things really kicked off)
