12pm - Tired and angsty. Need to confirm numbers for Sunday Brunch with hotel, but can't get through to the guy at the hotel I need to speak to. I go and get on a bus to take the artwork for the alt.polycon 8 t-shirt to the printers.
~12.40pm - Lost in deepest Tolworth. I've been told that the t-shirt printers is in the Red Lion Industrial Estate, and I think this is just down Red Lion Road. However, the road seems to have become several miles longer than it was last time I was down there. After 10 minutes of walking, I start to wonder if I am going the right way. I ask a local newsagent where the Industrial Estate is. Apparently it's "2 or 3 minutes down the road, just past the mini-roundabout".
~12.47pm - Find the mini-roundabout, but no sign of an industrial estate.
~12.52pm - Find the industrial estate. However, it has no map. Moreover, the units are numbered in a seemingly-random order. Wonderful.
~1pm - I find the t-shirt printers, and am licked energetically by a small dog. T-shirt printing man is very nice. He hands me a large catalogue full of t-shirts. I thought the choice I had was between normal weight and high quality, not that there would be something like 12 or 14 different makes to choose from! And the sizes vary enormously - in some makes, a t-shirt for a 40" chest would be a Large, in others that would be Small. Seeing as the standard sizes are from Small to XXL, this is rather confusing. After several minutes of baffling, I pick the t-shirts that get recommended. He finds my confusion amusing. Meanwhile, the guy from the hotel calls back - just as I am in the middle of rather complex negotiations. I tell him I'll call him when I'm done.
~1.30pm - Get out of the t-shirt printers. Trek back down to the bus stop whilst in the middle of a howling gale. Curse the fact that I didn't think to bring a hairband with me. Arrive at bus stop & call hotel guy, only to find that he's gone to lunch. Hmmm.
2.05pm - Obtain rather fantastic pizza from PizzaRoma. Eat it. Feel rather less tired and stressed. Go home.
2.45pm - Try to call hotel guy again. Apparently he is in a meeting. The person who answers the phone says he will try to get the other guy to call me back this afternoon. I say "It had better be this afternoon 'cos it's about an event tomorrow!".
3pm - Officially reach the point of tearing my hair out. Brush knots out of hair from aforementioned howling gale.
3.25pm - Another hotel guy rings, somewhat confused. He had been given the message to call me, but it is not him that I need to speak to. He is apologetic. Apparently the person who answered was Spanish. Anyone who has seen Fawlty Towers will understand this.
3.30pm - Go so far into stress that I come out the other side. Start finding the whole situation of it being less than 24 hours until an event I've spent literally whole days of my life organising rather amusing. Talk to people on irc and make final posts to alt.poly & the UK poly groups.
4.15pm - Full Scale Panic. Hotel guy rings and I discover I misread the contract the last time I looked at it. We were supposed to pay the full balance of the event last week, not tomorrow as I had thought. Oh shit. Make panicked phone call to SO with credit card. Die.
5.06pm - All is sorted. Hotel has received fax of SO's credit card details. The hotel's understanding of what is happening when seems to be the same as ours.
5.14pm - Spend 5 minutes trying to find an old livejournal entry written about PizzaRoma, which I was sure was entitled "I just had the most wonderful pizza". Fail to find it. Give up.
5.20pm - Post to livejournal. Get some much-needed sleep.