Two weeks into real work and I have:

- Travelled to places within the Sydney...well, within the New South Wales region, where I saw numerous fields of goats. Goats!

- Neglected to be told about Casual Friday and turned up in unbreathing black shirt and stripy tie I had agonised over for a good 20 minutes that morning in 35 degree weather;

- Had a big shouty phone conversation with a recalcitrant client, which then spilled over into shouty conversations with his employer and then the employer's wife (the power of the personality disorder);

- Got my first complaint! How totally efficient am I?

- Initially freaked out about said complaint, before everyone else assured me that said complainant was a heinous bitch and revealed that most of them had received complaints for nothing;

- Had drinks on Australia Day Eve;

- Had too many drinks on Australia Day Eve, and drank too much red wine, which I hate;

- Ended up vomiting all over my work pants, and rolling around feeling sorry for myself most of Australia Day. I'm not usually like that, I swear.

So far, being a grown up seems okay.