The Suckishness of Admin

I have a hangover. My girls Romy & Davina came by last night, and we chased a Missionvale Chardonnay with a merry bottle of Rose, talked til 1am and now I feel like rot.

I have a work week from hell, a medical procedure tomorrow that will hinder pretty much everything in my life for the next few weeks, 4 dinner arrangements this week (how's a girl to remain sober and slim??) and a virtual Tsunami of FUCKING ADMIN:

1. My cell phone bill - need to change my package; paying too much, getting too little.
2. Our Wills and Living Wills - need to read, amend, sign, witness, think about mortality.
3. A quote from a panelbeater - drove into a parking barrier. Fuckwit deluxe.
4. Doctors' bills - need to claim from medical aid.
5. Half-completed meal plans for the kids for the week.
6. Staff schedules for Thandi and Daniel that I haven't even looked at yet.
7. Currency to sort out post our London trip.
8. Shares that I was supposed to sell and forgot to.
9. Six birthday gifts to buy for the next 2 weeks. And gift wrap. And write cards for.
10. A picture to put on the wall.
11. Cupboard handles in my office that need replacing and fitting.
12. Staff food to buy. A week late. Nice.
13. Photos that need to be developed. (this goes back about 4 years now...)
14. A birth certificate to sort out, after the ever-efficient Home Affairs lost it.
15. A perimeter wall that is cracking and needs to be repaired and painted.
16. A geyser that's been rattling for 2 months.
17. Sort out kids' clothes by age...again.

It just all seems so inane and yet, month after month, as items are cleared off this annoying list, new items appear to torture me.

And filing?? Seriously, I do not know a single person on this desperate planet that is up-to-date with their filing. Why did G-d make filing if nobody can be bothered to do it?

Carrie Bradshaw never seems to be doing admin. Ever. Unless you call packing your Manolos in a shoe box Admin. Neither does Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Nor the hot-young-things on Gossip Girl.

I need a PA. And another liver. And sleep.

Fuck filing. It's for the birds.