March 2, 2014. I book a taxi to go into office. It is Sunday today and the time is 11:55pm.
I say a quick goodbye to my girlfriend and with my laptop packed, venture into the darkness.
The cab driver tries to make small talk but I couldn’t reciprocate the courtesy.
“Going to office? You starting your night shift are ya?”
“Yeah…that’s right mate. Listen I’m a bit tired so gonna try and get some shut-eye. Let me know when we get to the office, cheers.”
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not usually a dick and rather enjoy a good taxi banter. It’s just that I’d already worked 18 hours the day before and another 14 hours right before I hopped into the taxi.
A quick swipe of the Amex later, I’m riding the lonely elevator up to level 9, greeted only by a suspicious glance from the overnight security. I fix myself a bowl of Weet-Bix and honey and get to work. iPhone reads 00:30.
Worst Week Ever
Thinking back, I can’t even remember why I had to go in at this absurd hour in the first place. I can only imagine that it had something to do with the model blowing up or some last minute change by a director which required every single number in a presentation to be updated. It was probably both.
Regardless, I recall pulling myself together moments before a mental breakdown and managed to get the model to work and the pack updated. With adrenaline pumping and pinching myself to make sure I wasn’t dreaming, I hit the Print button and wait for my team to arrive.
Why can’t I ever finish my bloody cereal? Every time. Next time I’ll do one less Weet-Bix.
Today was a special day. It was the first time that I’ve been held accountable for overseeing the financial valuation on a big-ticket transaction and today, my team and I were about to hop on a bus to go check out the asset we’re buying. I put on my best tie. It was a Rhodes & Beckett (thanks to my better half) which I’d always thought was expensive as shit, but somehow perfect for this occasion.
Going on a site tour was super exciting. It was my first site tour and prior to today I’d either been staring at, screaming into or churning on an Excel spreadsheet for up to 20 hours a day. So any disruption to my daily routine was a welcome change at this point.
The bus ride takes about two hours, during which I reassure my boss that everything he had asked to be put through late Sunday night have miraculously made their way into the latest presentation.
We get there and it’s a cock fest, fancy suits and ties everywhere, air pumped full of testosterone, Rhodes & Beckett isn’t even fancy.
After treating ourselves to some gourmet breakfast in between firm hand shakes, we sit down to hear from the management team. The management team comprises the CEO, CFO among other senior executives and they were about to sell us their bloodline, provided that the price
and their remuneration package is right, of course.
Continue to Part 2.