Устала. Сегодня очень рано пришла домой. Еще даже...

I'm tired Today I came home very early. Not even 9 yet, but I'm already at home. I usually come at one in the morning. While changing clothes, I recalled my last two vacations. The penultimate vacation was at official work, when after university I got a job as an engineer in a large industrial company. I worked there for about 8.5 months and realized that it was all not mine. I decided to take a two-week vacation, quit and leave to help Misha on Juicy Rest. Actually, this is exactly what happened. In Juicy work, as always, there was a great deal. I found one third of a busy summer, a slightly calmer autumn and even more intense preparation for winter trips. Then the February holidays began, then the March holidays, then they prepared for the impending May holidays, and then my strength ran out. 8.5 months have passed. There were no forces. There were none at all. The condition was on the verge. And in mid-April, I just put everyone before the fact that I was leaving for my parents for two weeks. And left. Then came back. There was an incredible internal lift. May died. Misha increasingly began to talk about the hostel. He told me about this even before I left, but then I didn’t even want to think about it. Now everything seemed real, tangible. I remember how he “pumped” me with the idea of ​​a new project. I remember late evening when he went to bed, and I remained sitting at the computer with the thought of a hostel. I remember how all night I was wondering the cost of opening it. Read, analyzed. What needs to be done, what premises to find, what to purchase. Threw a primitive plan of action. And when the sun rose, the alarm clock rang and Misha woke up, I said: "I figured it out ... I think we can handle it. Let's open it!". It was June 1st. And we began to act. Exactly 3 months later - on September 1, we received the first guests in our hostel. Of course, these three months is a work of 14-16 hours a day (by itself, without days off), fueled by great personal and financial responsibility, and therefore accompanied by a lot of nervousness. Another half a month of work in the hostel as a day and night administrator, as well as a weekend administrator all rolled into one. Another two and a half months to settle the entire work process and search for personnel. And only in December did everything fall on its own rails - all accounting remained for me, partly sales and partly organization of the economic part. It was no longer necessary to wave a rag and simultaneously meet / escort guests, while answering all incoming calls and thinking about advertising and what other detergents you need to buy at the hostel. The weekend calendar appeared in the calendar grid for December. Of course, active preparation for mass New Year's trips began here. But Misha took over most of the travel arrangements, and then buying products for 130 people and throwing them into modules is a mere trifle compared to regular sleepless nights in September at the hostel. I'm tired

Counted. 8.5 months have passed since the end of April. I feel that my strength is running out. We are already planning a joint trip with Misha in February to a warmer and more joyful place. For a couple of weeks.

I realized that for me 8.5 months is a critical mark in my work (taking into account work an average of 12-14 hours a day and almost seven days a week). If this period has passed, then either vacation or a nervous breakdown is coming) Therefore, now the task is to close all the hostel results for December as soon as possible. To summarize all the winter trips of Juicy Vacation. Set a course for the March, May and summer periods. Check that the whole system in two weeks of our absence will function clearly and work smoothly. And then leave. Leave because I’m tired.

But that's it tomorrow. "I will not think about it now. I will think about it tomorrow. Tomorrow will come a completely different day!"