There’s no time for anything

I haven’t written for a long time. Mostly, that’s because Hopscotch has been absorbing my entire life.

Paul and I have spent the past several months doing everything necessary to keep up with our growth. We’ve been hiring and training dispatchers and drivers. (We still are.) We’ve been dispatching orders and delivering food ourselves. We’ve been building systems to allow our operation to scale. And we’ve continued to run the other parts of our business: sales, marketing, accounting, technology, and human resources.

I’ve been waking up between 5 and 6am, typically with a laundry list of things to do before 11, when Hopscotch opens. Between then and 9pm, when Hopscotch closes, I’m often busy with operational details, making it hard to do anything that requires unbroken concentration. After 9pm, I have an hour, maybe, before my brain function turns to molasses. I often fall into a restless sleep, my mind full of unaccomplished goals. I’ve never felt so tired.

But as we hire more staff, we’re slowly managing to rise above the day-to-day minutiae. The next six months will be tough, but I doubt as tough as the last six. I think we’re getting our arms around this thing.

I’ve been spending my few free moments vegetating, usually horizontally, but sometimes seated in a chair, at a bar. That was the right move. But I hope that in 2020, I’ll have more time to continue writing about our journey.