So, yesterday it was officially announced that I will be promoted to Theatre Manager. I am very excited and very happy, it's exactly where I wanted to be career-wise at this point in time, plus it's a gamble that paid off - leaving the corporate world to go do something I really wanted to do. Work-wise I carry on doing the stuff I have been doing, but we with an actual title and proper responsibility. There will also be some evening work involved, but that's no biggy. I feel all feather-puffed up and proud.
Anyway, I was so excited and so happy that I got very drunk last night, ending up in
Garlic and Shots with some sort of condensed Bloody Mary and a beer chaser contemplating (fairly incoherently by this stage) the fact that the last train home had well and truly departed. So I ended up in sleeping at someone else's house and am currently wearing the same clothes as yesterday with a hangover so violent that I still can't eat anything without throwing up. Which I have done. Three times now.
But I'm still grinning.