I got nothin

I'm deliriously tired from the Holiday Season in general and tonight's Kid's Christmas Party but too wound up to sleep, so here is a heap of pictures from over the weeks.



School Event

With world heavyweight champion David Tua. This was the Monday after my Lost Weekend in OZ and I was running on nothing but fumes and lattes.


I honestly had no real sense of reality at the time. I just went along with it all and hoped for the best.




Flatmates-Jess and Mac.
Neighbors.


Mac's son Dante. I once made the genius decision to introduce him to Resse's peanut butter cups. The fucking sugar goblin tried to wrestle me for an hour straight.


Westfield Kid's Christmas Party aka my primary work life for the past three weeks. We had to to create an invitation, work out the publishing with a flaky design company, mail them, organize RSVP charts, organize the kid's into age, go out and buy presents for every kid attending, wrap said presents and the list goes on and on and on.
It was a huge success though. And the entire centre was on edge the whole day because Steven Lowy was visiting, so people were ready to blow off steam.

This was the highlight, hands down. Santa arrives, does a lap around the venue, and starts heading towards his chair, where a girl no older than 3 is sitting. I go over to her and say something like "I'm sorry dear but Santa needs his chair to give everyone their presents" and she looks me right in the eye, exasperated, and says "I know that. I'm saving his seat!"

With the boss. Since Deb is the sole PR person for all of Westfield NZ, I'm essentially her PA. We spend obscene amounts of time together and luckily we get along famously, kindred spirits. It's formed into a working-friendship.


This picture is blurry as but the content is priceless. That is Justin Lynch, Director of Westfield NZ, in a super-soaker fight with Nadia, It Manager, as Deb is trying to avoid the crossfire. I ended up watching over Justin's hyperactive 10 year old daughter for a huge chunk of the afternoon. Exhausting. There's been discussion of me staying on longer, which obviously is a compliment but never going to happen. I'll almost miss this all though which means I obviously need sleep.


I'll end with an image that has had me cracking up the entire month.





I need sleep.