I’m trying something new – not drinking alcohol for a few weeks before the Christmas festivities really kick off. Unsurprisingly my resolve has been sorely tested…
Last week we announced my company’s financial Results and at the same time we closed a large acquisition. Usually before Results we tend to work a bit later so stay over in a hotel to ensure we're bright-eyed and bushy-tailed when we kick off with the City at 7am the next day.
So on Tuesday morning I set off for the lawyers offices with my overnight bag packed and a spring in my step, ready to finalise the communications and celebrate the close of the acquisition. By 9pm the aforementioned spring had faded to heavy walk. Both sides were trying hard to resolve the last few sticking points but the clock was ticking.
Pizza was ordered, delivered and eaten. The chocolate stash was gobbled up. The fridge was emptied of pop and water… and still the talks rumbled on.
At 2am we thought we were close. And at 3am. And 4am. At 4.30am we polished off the cold pizza. Closer still at 5am. At 5.30am I went on a ninja-style hunt through all the meeting rooms to scavenge any type of sugar boost that I could find (a couple of toffees were all my search turned up). At 6am we started to panic slightly and rewrite the comms.
We finally closed at 6.42am and just in the nick of time posted our releases to the Stock Exchange. Whilst the negotiating team went off to open the champagne that had been on ice for a number of hours, my CFO & I had a 5 minute shower & change, reapplied make-up and reappeared ready for our first meeting of the day!
When I got home that night the bottle of wine in my kitchen was dancing before my eyes! I managed to hold fast and fall into bed instead, but that's certainly not the only time I've been tempted over the last few weeks. Hopefully I can hold out for a few more days...