When life goes completely mad

My every day schedule is madly busy. I work in event agency and you may get an impression that all I am doing is partying, having fun and have no care in the world. Believe me, this is not the case. In reality, every day I feel like in the madhouse. I’m a personal assistant and even though my boss is very smart he is a very demanding middle-aged man. Exactly at 7:30 a.m. I have to put on his table a cup of coffee with lactose-free milk and 1/2 teaspoon of sweetener. Even before this time I also should bring his suit and shirt from dry-cleaning and put in the closet in his office.

At 7:45 a.m. I switch on the answering machine that turns our phone beeps into funny commercial, announcing our services. Once I forgot to do it and my boss went mad. He’s very sensitive to this small ritual. You’ll ask how would he know if the message is on? During the day he calls a random employee, just to hear this melody and be sure everyone is in the office.

At 10 a.m. we traditionally have a meeting with clients. I love this part of my job, because we meet a lot of famous and interesting people: investors, businessmen, sport stars, producers. My boss is always an emcee of event and my job is to give him the most comprehensive information about every client: his or her age, second name, hobbies, favorite dishes, films and musical albums, names of pets etc.

When we prepare for the party during the day I have to control everything. Either my boss has his lunch, or has the assistant met musicians at the airport? Either the menu fits all guests’ tastes or napkins are the right color? Is everybody who is anybody in this city on our list? I talk to hundreds of people every day and have to resolve a lot of problems and issues.

And when I really need a “me-moment” I have only one place to go – the toilet. When I come into a cabin and close the door I feel really free. I can cry, I can scream, I can just sit silently and stare straight before me on the toilet door. This place and this moment are very precious for me.

I never take a cell phone with me to WC and fight for this “me-time” like a predator. That’s why I hate working in places, where someone can pull a cabin door, when I’m inside. I can stand small rooms, awful coffee and low ceilings. But I will never tolerate bad locks on toilet doors. My boss doesn’t know, but I always try to choose shebang with indicator locks on WC-doors for our events. But this is my small secret.