It was summer 2016, I worked in the United States. I was given 4 months to stay in the United States (Work and Travel), and I wanted to: buy a new phone, laptop, pay a debt to my parents (a little more than 3 thousand Americans) and at least a little travel. Therefore, there was a lot of work to do, namely, to rise at 7. 40 in the morning, breakfast and on the big for the first job at 9 (cleaning rooms in the hotel - housing). From 9 to 16 on the first job, then a small snack and at 17. I am now in my second job. from 17. 40 to half the first night (and sometimes up to an hour) - on the second job. In the end, home in half the second. Shower, smoke, drink a bottle of beer with friends (beer in the refrigerator was every day) - already the beginning of the third - time to go to bed. On the first job 2 weekends a week (done for laundry and cooking meals), on the second - no weekends. Therefore, I slept every day on average for 5 and a half hours, if on the first day of work - then 6-7 hours. For me, this is very little, I need a minimum of 7-8 every day. There was no choice.



And here, one night, I sleep at night and dream that I am at work (in a hotel). There is not much work (there were such days) and I am not in a hurry to work. I meet my supervisor (they often visited our rooms to check, help, bring something, etc.) and he says, “There is not much work today, you can lie down to rest in the room if you get tired” (but it never happened). I remember, I dream of all this. And here, lying on the bed, comfortably, gently... my legs swing... I open my eyes (not in a dream, already in sight)... and I see – night. Like the night? Not like night? I jump on my feet, stand in the middle of the room (my room in the apartment where I lived). Did I fall asleep at work? But how did it go? ! to What to do now? How did no one find me? ! to The supervisor had to go through this room before he gave up the shift... Aha, what to think, I have to see how many rooms I have not finished, in order to understand how hard I get in... yes, to run... and where to run? For 3 minutes I wandered around my room with crazy eyes. I was upset like never before. My head was broken from questions. I was not embarrassed either by being in my room or by getting up from my bed, not from the hotel. I was sure – I fell asleep on a hotel bed in the afternoon, in my shift and woke up now, at night. I must note that the apartment I lived in is two-storey, my room is on the second floor. In general, after 3 minutes of panic, I decided - we must first get to my cart and think about what to do next (housekeepers in that hotel, as in many others, carried everything necessary to work in the carts). The car on the first floor, I knew it. That is to say, I realized that I was on the second floor, and the truck - below, on the first... and that I could not be at home and the truck at home - I did not realize. In general, I realized what it was only when I first climbed on my body on the stairs – I was cowardly (I sleep like that). Here I stopped and thought: I fell asleep at work – it’s possible... no one found me – unlikely... but why am I a coward? Where is my uniform? After these thoughts, I looked up again at the walls and the stairs I was about to go down... and I saw my apartment, not the hotel. I returned to the room – my room, I wasn’t at work... I started to remember the past day – it was hard to do, but when I finished the change in the hotel I remembered. Moreover, I remembered that I then worked on a second job... But from the horror and stress I experienced in those five minutes, I tried to rest for at least another hour...



In general, take care of yourself and rest from work more than you work. You won’t earn all the money!



P.S. And yes, I then borrowed to my parents, bought a phone, a laptop, lived in New York for 3 days and even deposited a few hundred dollars.