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Today I remembered an episode from my life that took place around 2014. As many of you know, at that time I was the CEO of a network of companies in Novosibirsk. In 2010, I founded a company for the installation and maintenance of stretch ceilings. This organization worked until 2017, then I liquidated it. Tired of everything. He went into other areas. But for the period of the events described, the business was living a full life. I have never shied away from working with my own hands, even though I was a manager, and I had managers, installers, accounting, measurers, and glue guys on my staff. Nevertheless, if the team was sewn up, then I personally went to the installation and, taking off my white shirt, pulled the ceilings together with the guys. Very often I went to measurements and personally signed contracts on the spot. So this time, I personally came to the measurement for one of the applications.

I arrived at the appointed time, got up, rang the bell. I'm waiting. A girl opens the door. As soon as she opened the door, my pulse immediately quickened. The fact is that this girl was wearing a man's T-shirt. A very nice T-shirt. Well, that's it. Nothing else.

– Spt … come on, I may have made a mistake with the apartment– – I was a little confused, looking around and checking the apartment number.

– No, that's right. Are you on a measurement? Come on in–" the girl politely invited. She smiled so pleasantly and took a few steps back.

I didn't feel well at all. That is, of course, good, but not quite. The working mood was completely lost. But I'm an understanding person, everything happens. Therefore, I kindly offered it from the threshold:

– I probably arrived a little earlier, look, if it's inconvenient now, I'll wait, call as soon as you're ready – I'll get up.

– Oh, no, no, it's all right, please come in– – the girl smiled, and walked down the long corridor, completely knocking the ground out from under my feet with her… these… what's their name… In general, the T-shirt was not very short for her.

I blinked, finally closed my mouth, and at the same time the door. He took off his shoes. I'm standing, waiting for the girl to return in a more conventional form. I look, a sleepy kid comes out to meet me. His situation was the opposite. There was no top, and there were some kind of shorts on the bottom. He extended his hand to me in a friendly way and invited me to follow the girl.

– You need to measure there, come on, there's a room on the left, – he said to me, after which he disappeared into the restroom.

I began to creep along the corridor with timid steps, giving the girl time to, you know, well, somehow cover up the whole thing. And then she comes around the corner. Ufffffffff… in the same outfit. Nothing has changed at all. And obviously nothing was going to change. She was still smiling very pleasantly and pleasantly, and I fell into a coma again, from which I hadn't really had time to get out yet, and quickly ran into the room.

Obviously, the guys came here recently. The room has been freshly renovated. New laminate flooring, light wallpaper. It remained only to make ceilings. There was a rolled-out mattress on the floor, which had obviously just been abandoned by this entertaining couple. Still, even the smell of not at all repair hovered around the room. I quickly, in a shaking and stuttering voice, asked what the owners wanted. I coordinated the lighting, the color of the ceiling and the design features, after which I took an optical rangefinder and started measuring. I measure it, write it down, and the handles are shaking, the legs are shaking, the eye is twitching. Somehow I measured this room, said that I would cheat – I would call back, said goodbye, and flew out of the apartment. I went down the stairs like a whirlwind, because I urgently needed to put everything here somewhere. I sat in the car for a while, calmed down and drove on.

We have worked out this application properly. The installation took place, the girl called, thanked us, and later invited us to perform the installation in another room. And who do you think went to the measurement?

..

and how could I not go?

God knows, I didn't want that)) But the Lord does not give tests beyond his strength, right? I had to pass this test with honor once again.

Do you remember how the military regulations say?

"A soldier must endure all the hardships and deprivations of military service with fortitude"

And work is not a service?

Therefore… Arrived, got up. I tuned in, pulled myself together, and pressed the bell, having managed to cross myself before that and spit over my left shoulder at the neighbor's door. She opened the door again. This time her boyfriend was not in the apartment. The girl was wearing some kind of T-shirt and shorts. But the shorts were so short that you could say there were no shorts. This time the measurement was much easier for me. I almost didn't stutter anymore, and again we worked out as it should.

But, as I said above, in 2017, I still liquidated this company. I have a weak heart, well, these are all experiences. You can't work so hard. Take care of yourself, honestly.