Somehow, even while running late for my entire life today, I still managed to get it all done. Perplexing.

7:00 - get up, check email, have breakfast.
8:00 - shower, put on wash.
9:00 - go to work call STA and ask how the fuck "your voucher will be sent to you" is useful when we fly out tomorrow. Get told she'll call back in half an hour and fax it to us.
9:30 - go to work check email and arrange hurried fly-by meeting in London.
10:00 - go to work get pissed off and call STA again, talk to useful chick who says I can pick up the voucher in Carlton.
10:30 - finally go to work, picking up address-forwarding info on the way.
10:45 - get to work, go for desperately needed coffee while computer boots. People just before me order coffee for the entire office.
11:00 - finally start work.
13:00 - run off to Anfy's office for lunch.
14:45 - finish at work, go to Carlton finally get back to work, only to discover that I have to do the banking. On the way, lodge mail forwarding form and bank cheques.
15:15 - finish in Carlton, go to Northcote discover that the printer won't work. Reinstall printer. Re-reinstall printer. Have screaming hissyfit and settle down in a sulk to wait for the boss who still has to pay me.
15:45 - finish work, go to Carlton
16:00 - call boss, tell him I have to go, will pick up pay later. Realise I have to go home anyway because I haven't got my Met ticket.
16:30 - finally on tram to Carlton, pick up voucher no worries, decide STA travel are the best ever.
17:00 - catch train to Northcote, without any real hope that the coeliac bakery will still be open.
17:30 - discover God has smiled on me and the bakery is still open. Purchase Mother various yummies for Christmas. Call Anfy and gloat.
18:30 - back home, no sweat.

Of course, I didn't manage to get film, vegemite, put money on my phone or get a power adaptor, but all of those can actually be done in Queensland while I'm there. So really, it's all good.

Seventeen hours and counting.