Hell Week. Hell Week has begun.
I may have previously mentioned Hell Day a couple of times. Typically on Tuesdays, when I start at 7am, and don’t stop until 9pm…which is usually when I have to work on an assignment for the following day…well, this is Hell Week.
I’m off to London this weekend and then to Cheltenham on Monday, which means that everything that I want in over the next few days up until next Tuesday, preferrably next Thursday actually, needs to be done in the next five days.
Oh, and Corporate Finance has kicked in, of which the bare minimum required for each tutorial is reading and analysing three, FORTY PAGE articles on Finance. I like what I do [despite how much Bristol’s rubbish teaching methods try to prise it out of me], but even I’ll admit that a hundred and twenty pages on Finance is dry. Remember that this is just for one of six equally intense units that I need to handle over the next couple of days.
I literally have about thirty things to do, and that is not an exaggeration. Writing this account is wasting time. I know that were I not complaining about this, I’d be complaining about having nothing on…but this just so happens to be the week where I appear to be least up for doing anything whatsoever. Oh, and people keep arranging things on weeknights, can’t you see I’m busy!!!
Alright, so the day was spent smashing out work, meeting up with my Management Accounting group [those lads and I are so in sync. Today, we were all equally apathetic about the quality of our presentation and spent the first forty-five minutes of our meeting being really rubbish at maths], smashing out some more work, and then allowing myself a window to hang out with some of the econ girls.
Yeah, we got some food and cracked out a film called ‘Riding in Cars with Boys’. A surprisingly good watch, and it’s supposed to make even the most bitter a person want to have kids…but I dunno, this film made me want to have children even less? Having that kid literally ruined her life, how did the others find that cute?
Aaaand then rushing back to the flat to prepare for an early start.