Moira on the road

I have too many things to do and too little time. My intern is arriving today (inshallah), and I have to train her on everything between today and tomorrow, because next week I am in a security training for 4 days. I have to sell my stuff, pack what I am taking home, find the painters, pick up the ticket, buy the presents, see many people to say goodbye in a decent way, to honor the time we have spent together, participate to uncountable parties and dinners (there are two on Saturday only). During working hours, I have to do another million times I am not going to bore you with. I wake up at 5.30 and go to bed at 1, and still don't manage. I think I can safely say I am stressed, and during the security training I am sure I will be kidnapped. Oh fuck.