What have been the best and worst moments of your week?

By NATALIA HAWK

It’s been the kind of week where it’s Sunday night and you’re just getting ready to go back to work and – OH LOOK SORRY IT’S FRIDAY ALREADY, WHO NEEDS SLEEP OR SPARE TIME ANYWAY.

But that’s okay, because it’s the end of the week and that means it’s time for Best & Worst. If you’ve never been here before, here’s how you play the game.

Best and worst is pretty much therapy, only much less expensive and much more convenient. Come and tell us your problems and someone is sure to come with solutions. And if they don’t… you will at least get a virtual hug (Or a thumbs up!), which is nice.

I’ll kick off. I’m nice like that.

Best: I went on a girls’ trip to Cairns last weekend and it was obscenely perfect. I actually felt like a bit of a knobcloud when Instagramming pictures of perfect swimming pools, endless palm trees and paddle-boarding – but then I got over it because, well, haters gonna hate. It was only a five day trip, but I ate enough Frosty Fruits to last a lifetime. What more could you want?

Worst: The only unfortunate moment of the trip was when I managed to lock us all out of my boyfriend’s apartment, where we were all staying while he is off doing work-related things. My name obviously isn’t on the lease, and so the Key Masters were obviously not very willing to let me back in. Even after I gave his name, mobile number, date of birth, roommate’s name, emergency contact details and blood type (not really, but almost).

Me: “But I know everything about him!”

Key Masters (looking at me apprehensively): “So do all the crazy stalker ex-girlfriends who want to break into people’s apartments.”

Me: “I promise you I am not crazy. He likes me very much.”

Key Masters: “That’s what they all say. Can we ring him to check?”

Me: “He’s out of reception for the next few days, because of work. So is his roommate. Who works with him.”

Key Masters: “So he just HAPPENS to be out of reception, WITH his roommate, at the very same time you are trying to get keys to his apartment. That’s… interesting.”

That’s when I started envisioning my future arrest and maybe even jail time.

The Key Masters eventually managed to contact his mother, who verified that I had not recently escaped from a mental institution, and reluctantly allow me back into the apartment, where – surprise surprise – the key was sitting on the kitchen counter. I win ALL the life awards.

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What were the best and worst moments of your week?