| Jobs going well, been incredibly busy but like the way the hours whizz by and I'm not bored! I was driving around Welly a lot today and enjoyed the fact that I can now reverse park, getting to grips with parallel parking and I can read a map really well (not while I'm driving of course!). This morning was a bit nuts. With Steve's car still off the road (we've been told it'll be 300 smackeroos to fix), I had to drop off Moons and then Steve and then race over to one of my properties. I was horrified to discover that the house was up approximately 12,000 stairs - ok, so not that many but it FELT like it. My little group of potential tenants were all fitness fanatics types. So, we began the walk, with me huffing and puffing, red faced, cursing myself for being so unfit and everyone asking me questions as we went, I just wanted to scream, SHUT UP AND WAIT!! I had the worst boots on with heels which I struggle with on flat terrain let alone hiking up rocky, steep steps. My calves ached like buggery. So at the top, my little tour group looked a bit puzzled and said the house looked remarkably different from on the website. Then I proceeded to try the keys in the door....Nooooooo! They didn't fit. I'd picked up a bunch of keys from the cleaner yesterday evening, and hadn't thought to bring all of them up the stairs with me. I apologised and really begrudgingly headed back down the stairs for the rest of the keys. At the bottom I contemplated driving off and leaving everyone up there! - But figured it would be a tough thing to explain to my Manager later! So, with a load of keys, I headed back up again. Whereas most athletes have to force themselves through that acid build up and the pain of a body shutting down from such a long inhuman run, I found myself trying to mentally spur myself back up the stairs to the house!! My legs really seriously refusing to budge. At the top, they had all conspired in my lack of presence and were convinced that this was the wrong property. No, I was adament, I did not climb Kilimanjaro TWICE for nothing. Predictably not one of those barstard keys worked. Suddenly, it came to me. This was recently sold, the house we wanted was two doors down. I didn't obviously admit to this, instead I made up some rambling story involving an element of misplaced blame! So, off we all trundled to two doors down. Yes, they all agreed that this was the property on the internet and yes, the keys did work! There weren't as many steps but I was so bloody tired, I ended up rather unprofessionally propping myself up against a wall telling everyone to look around and I'd talk to them when I'd caught my breath!! This incredibly fit European guy looked at me in amazement! It was the funniest exchange of looks I've ever seen. Obviously they were torn between thinking I was joking, but my red face and sweaty head probably implied that I was deadly serious! I had to stop myself from giggling like a school girl! Once the viewing was over I headed back to the office and so the rest of my day unveiled, nothing untoward until my Manager excused herself to pop to the loo. I was doing some paperwork at my desk but realised the floor of the building I'm on had become unusually quiet. I stuck my head out the door and saw the receptionist standing in the street. Everything felt a bit weird, and I seriously wondered if I'd fallen asleep at my desk and this was a dream - would I discover I was also naked? The receptionist clearly saw the puzzled look on my face and rushed back into the building to tell me an ambulance was on its way and then she disappeared out onto the street again. I headed out the door and there was an empty ambulance with its lights going. I decided to head to the toilets wandering if my Manager had maybe fallen down the toilet or something, my Manager was at the door looking white as a sheet and was shaking. Like a scene in CSI I walked past her into the toilets to try and unravel the situation. I saw boots under the toilet door and discovered my colleague in a collapsed heap lying next to the toilet. Seriously, I have to say in reflection of my handling of the sitaution, I was nothing short of a Hero. I was so good, I quite probably could have performed that procedure you see on the telly when they make a hole in someone's throat with a straw. Luckily, that wasn't necessary this time, but who knows, maybe next time?? Anyway, I checked for a pulse and asked my Manager if there was any signs of conciousness - a little. I took my suit jacket off and put it over the woman, all the while explaining that the ambo was en route. I tried to ascertain how long she'd been like this and did she have any medical history - yes, diabetes. Had she hit her head on the way? Any other injuries to show she'd hurt herself on the way down. The ambo guy arrived after the receptionist was able to locate him! I let him do his job and tried to comfort my Manager with lame jokes about the extremes people go to to have an afternoon off work. Once she was loaded into the ambulance, my Manager decided to close the office for the rest of the afternoon. I think she was pretty shell shocked. Not one to argue the decision to shut down the office I called Steve who'd seen the ambulance arrive outside my office. His first thought was, 'what have you done now?' Cheeky sod! Literally, it doesn't matter where I go, the drama follows! I'm still loving Welly though!! Coolies! |