As much as I'm enjoying my new job, I am fucking exhausted. 5pm Friday cannot come quick enough.

Also, 20 years ago today I was hiking in a rural part of Portugal when I learned the news about Princess Diana's death. Such a vivid memory for me - that and later the same year the moment I heard about Michael Hutchence's death (standing outside on the ledge of my huge picture window in my flat in London, cleaning the glass). Iconic moments in history.

Went to watch my neighbour's son in his primary school production of Peter Pan... he was adorable but OMG. Imagine being a parent and having to sit through that shite all the damn time. I couldn't do it.

When your essay for a cinema subject at uni is marked by someone you used to watch on the telly as a kid...

First official day done and dusted.

Time for bed. Knackered I am.

OK, prepare yourselves. I'm going to go on an epic rant about people in art galleries (I went to the Dior exhibition at NGV today and it was great, but I wanted to throttle people).

1. YOU DON'T HAVE TO TAKE A PHOTO OF EVERY SINGLE FUCKING EXHIBIT

2. BUT IF YOU INSIST, THEN AT LEAST HAVE THE DECENCY TO:

• TURN OFF THE FUCKING FLASH
• TURN THE SOUND OFF SO WE DON'T HEAR THAT INFERNAL CLICKING SOUND
• NOT STAND FIVE FEET BACK FROM WHAT YOU'RE PHOTOGRAPHING AND THEN GET HUFFY WHEN PEOPLE WALK INTO FRAME BECAUSE THEY ACTUALLY WANT TO, YOU KNOW, USE THEIR FUCKING EYES TO LOOK AT THE EXHIBIT INSTEAD OF TAKING A SHITTY PHOTO OF IT
• NOT THEN STAND IN THE MIDDLE OF A THOROUGHFARE WHILE YOU UPLOAD THE SHITTY FUCKING PHOTO TO INSTAGRAM/TWITTER/FACEBOOK/SOCIAL MEDIA PLATFORM OF CHOICE.

3. DON'T LET YOUR KIDS TOUCH THE EXHIBIT. Little Joey might really want to know what the grey tulle train on that amazing Galliano couture gown feels like, but guess what? HE'S GOING TO HAVE TO USE HIS FUCKING IMAGINATION INSTEAD OF PUTTING HIS GRUBBY LITTLE PAWS ON IT.

4. TIRED? WANT TO TAKE A BIT OF A BREAK AND CHAT TO YOUR FRIEND? DON'T LEAN AGAINST A FUCKING CABINET OF EXHIBITS, THEREBY PREVENTING OTHERS FROM LOOKING AT IT AND THEN GET SNOOTY WHEN THEY POLITELY ASK YOU TO MOVE.

5. ALSO, RE ABOVE CABINETS. DON'T PUT YOUR GRUBBY FUCKING HANDS ON THE GLASS. YOUR SHITTY FINGERPRINTS NOW ARE ALL OVER GLASS RIGHT ABOVE THE DESIGN NOTES PEOPLE MIGHT LIKE TO ACTUALLY BE ABLE TO READ.

~ FIN ~

I maybe really didn't need to stop off at the DFO on the way back from the airport... oh well. I'll be earning decent money from tomorrow. Every now and again it's important to...

When friends come to visit and you discover fab new wine bars a brief stumble away from your house...

God love my acupuncturist. Went to town with needles, cupping, scraping, moxa... just to make sure I would be in tip top shape for starting the new job.

Orientation day at the new job. The people are lovely, I think the work will be challenging but interesting, and I have an office with a view. HURRAH!

IPL and waxing still hurt like a mofo, even when you've popped four x 1 gram paracetamol. This I know for a fact.

Final two bookcases in the study finally painted. Study reno is complete and looking AMAZING.  Should probably take a pic, but need to make space on my phone first...

Planning out the week. So much to do, so little time. Relatively speaking.

Impromptu lunch dates in random locations with mates you've been meaning to catch up with for ages are the best kind of lunch dates. They also serve as a distraction for your ma when she's driving you batty because you've spent the last 24 hours straight dealing with her crazy.

Happy [would have been your 81st] Birthday, Dada.

We miss you.

Well, that's it. Chapter closed. Four years done and dusted.

I'll miss a bunch of the people, but I won't miss the bullshit, untenable workloads and job uncertainty, that's for sure.

So many handover notes...

No one's yet bothered to find someone for me to hand it all over to.

Kicking off the final week at work with post-work drinks. My liver is going to hate me by Thursday...

Gearing up for my final week at work... hopefully it will be a calm wind down and not a stressful race to the finish...

Submitted the second essay with 12 mins to spare. Probably would've done a better job had I not gone out for an epic lunch at Hellenic Republic with my pals, but hey ho. It's done. Might be a good idea to get cracking on the final two assignments now though, so they're not a last-minute rush come September.

I'm a GREAT Aunt! Well, I've always been a pretty good one, but now I'm a great one!

Welcome to the world Archer Thomas. You've broken the boy drought in our crazy combined family and I can't wait to see you grow.

Once again, Procrastination Penny reared her ugly head and I grossly underestimated how long it would take to finish my essay. Submitted it 50 seconds late.

Today marks the day that you've been gone for over half my lifetime. It won't ever not suck not having you around, Dada.

Today's mail delivery... (squeeeeee!)

Well, I've done it. I've officially resigned from my (main) job of the last four years! New adventures await!

Well I've done a little bit of study today, but not nearly enough.

Typical. Unless the deadline is looming over my head I am Procrastination Queen.

Study plans foiled by feeling nauseous all day. Couldn't even muster the energy to watch either of the films I need to watch. Calling it a wash and going to bed.

Utterly exhausted after today's trip to Ballarat. No energy to do anything but sit on the sofa with a glass of wine watching 'He's Just Not That Into You' for about the 10th time, because I can't be arsed getting up to find the remote.

My new rug is here and it's lovely and now I REALLY need to get my ass in gear and finish painting the final two bookcases so the study reno is complete.

The Yazz principle is starting to bear fruit.
My acupuncturist went a little nuts with the lineament so I reek like a locker room.
I'm so exhausted by the day's events that I'm heading to bed at 9:30pm. Unheard of.

Smashing through the studying tonight (for a change). The fact I have two assignments due at the end of next week is amazing motivation...

All good intentions of studying tonight.

You know what they say about good intentions...