Everything is tense at the office today. I didn't plan the rail strike. Nor did I arrange the most important meeting of the year for the same day. But being the last person to arrive at the office this morning, I feel under pressure to shoulder much of the blame.

Yesterday, I woke on the beach where the last revellers were still jamming to the tune of the sunrise. My main mission was to get back to the apartment, grab my belongings and head for the boat. And I was moaning then. When I never had it so good.

Today, the only thing that's jamming is the photocopier. My main goal is to copy 20 sets of 200 pages for our big meeting, which is already underway. (Well, somebody has to do it.)

Somehow, at the very same time, I'm supposed to be taking the minutes and be at my desk getting to grips with the spreadsheets I've been putting off since I began this assignment about three months ago. Never mind the umpteen tasks they're going to think of during the meeting for me to do in the forthcoming business year.

Temping is a doddle really. I was only doing it for two weeks as a 'fill in'. I've now been temping as a secretary in London for more than three years. Perfect for an air sign like me. No long-term commitment. You get to work in different companies, meet all kinds of people and take time off in between assignments. Can't think of anything I'd rather be doing.