Motor Vessel 70950.
3rd Day of the New Year. 2015.
The days have been drawn into a dark hole of despair. Exhaustion has set in like a heavy weight on the small pinprick of motivation remains. Our saving grace is the light, it has suddenly appeared like a glimmer of hope at the end of a long tunnel.
17 hours until 6 guests + 1 small longhaired dog leave.
35 hours until owners leave. (Big. Huge. Maybe. Fingers crossed.)
2 sunrises to freedom.
Okay, so that may have been a bit dramatic, but when you’ve gone over two months straight without a day off and (by the time we’re free) 25 days with a full boat of guests… you get the point. I’d love a “Back of the Head” party and a night where I’m able to take two Ambien and wake the next afternoon. Is that really too much to ask? Apparently.
Ain’t no rest for the wicked…
I wish money grew on trees.
It’s full on season time and we’re unsure of the next months schedule. It could be absolute chaos, or maybe a bit more relaxed than we’ve seen so far. I’m guessing the latter of the two is nothing but a fleeting dream.
How do you deal with the changing demands of guests after years of sameness? You roll with the punches and hope that the island you’re on has what you need. The only constant in yachting is that nothing is constant. They’ll always want more. That extra little inch. It’s exhausting, frustrating, and trying on your patience. But. It’s what we do. It’s what we’ll always do.
Wish me luck and a lot of room on my dry erase board to tick off those last remaining hours. I’m really going to need a break or a
few strong cocktails after this crazy start to the season!