One of the best things about my job is sharing in celebrations with happy clients! So Thursday night’s award ceremony for Nordens was quite amazing. Where most accountants are still stereotyped as boring number-crunchers with grey suits and sensible shoes, the team at Nordens are such fun. It’s a dynamic firm with a bunch of funny, brilliant people who thoroughly deserve their accolades.
I wrote three award nominations for the company and they waltzed off with… three awards!! When the first was announced – training firm of the year – Sharon, the practice manager, scooped me up and took me on stage with the team to collect the trophy. It was tempting to sing; we have karaoked together in the past and our history of Billy, don’t be a hero predates our working relationship! (Yes, yes, I know karaoke is not a verb, but it should be!)
The company has been highly commended repeatedly, and Joe – a very cute accountant – added yet another winner’s trophy to his collection for outstanding young accountant of the year. (No, I’m not on commission…) I spent a lot of the evening posting on Facebook and tweeting – that’s what social media’s there for, right?!
We carried on celebrating at the weekend with a fantastic pool party. Pleased to say I didn’t fall in, even when dancing pretty close to the edge. Again, no karaoke (to everyone’s relief) but lots of singing along with the band. It had been a long time since I’d drunk strawberry daiquiris so I was very excited to see the barman whizzing up a pink mush in his blender. The glass was freezing; quite different to my first one, which I still remember clearly…
I was 15 then, and staying with cousins in Florida. They ordered my first daiquiri, then my second – and maybe a third, I can’t remember all the details. But several (!!) years later it remains a drink that brings back precious memories. (Although I’m sure it was creamier back then?)
I haven’t seen those cousins for a while, but the crazy Vegas boy has been in London for a flying visit. (The cousin I met on facebook.) We spent the day in Cambridge, eating pasties and clotted cream (not together), finding spooky artworks and wandering through the filtered sunshine. Surprisingly, he avoided splashing into the water on Saturday night. He left before I started dancing too, taking his Hawaiian garland and English accent back to America. (Bye bye Stephen, see you in November!)
The band finished their set with a song that holds lots of memories too (not of underage drinking): “I only wanted one time to see you laughing. I only wanted to see you laughing in the purple rain.” Laugh, celebrate, have fun, win things. Then tell people about it on social media! If you need help with any of this, give me a call. Or ask me here: @WeekendWitch.