11:52
Something pissed me off yesterday, but I managed a giggle-fit this morning and now I feel a bit better. I'm still disgusted, but I'm not radiating negatively anymore.
Bitches.
So, yesterday morning, I'm working my butt off. I know that things are going a bit slow because my co-worker was a bit behind when I got there, I have an injured finger (I didn't see a doc, so I can't prove hairline fracture) in a splint that constantly gets in the way, and we have extra stalls to do because of the rain. I don't have a watch since mine died, but I can feel that it's almost time for my partner to feed. Enter the Supervisor ... a 21 year old with a hot temper who expects her horses to toe a tight line. Especially the studs. She borders on cruel some days, but at least she's consistent about it.
Anyway, she calls me over to the office. By the time I sit in the chair, I know why. She doesn't even have to say. It's how she did it that gives me the urge to hurt somebody. Apparently, they felt that I was too slow, so things weren't working out. (Eh?!?) This coincided nicely with the arrival of a new Full Time girl from Oregon ... to whom I was introduced as part time help when she arrived. (Eh?!?)
I feel very used. Like I was brought on as temp help but wasn't told. I came on just as my super was leaving for a trip to Rome. They refused to negotiate with me about any of my work details - including wages - despite my willingness to compromise. I was told that I would be Feeding, Mucking and Grooming ... I was soon told not to bother helping with feed, and I barely touched a horse ... so there I was, doing the labour job that any kid on summer vacation could do ... at wages even a summer vacation kid might balk at - if they were doing this for the money.
Bitches.
Luckily, I kept to my planned day and went straight to Curves where I met up with a pair of ladies that I see fairly often. Thanks to them, I now have a very good prospect of working with a Thoroughbred Trainer just north of me. How's that for sweet? And he recently won a lottery too, so he'll not only understand my worth, but he'll be able to pay it.
And if things don't work out, well, I go back to the track. Part time. And hopefully don't kill myself falling asleep on the highway while driving home. (Or there!) Gee, life was exciting for the end of last year's meet.
I can't wait for my own barn to go up. I really can't.
Quote of the day:
Dreams are like feathers - if you have enough, you can fly.
Found a book I want to get. An Eberron adventure called Storm Dragon. It looks very interesting and may even be somewhat educational as I have a character involved in the Dragon Prophesies ... and I don't even know what they are. 'Course, neither does my character so that's okay.
Never been an assassin before ... it's interesting. Still an elf though. Tried to be human, but found it frustrating. Difficult, even. In hindsight, I find this to be also interesting, but from a personal point of view.
Not much more to catch y'all up on. Lots of rain this week, and the weeds are slowly trying to take over. If I'd known that it wasn't going to rain this morning, I would have gotten out there and pulled some. Still might, although the beds need to dry out a bit more before I get them all without bringing half the bed into the house.
You know, I thought losing the use of my index finger would slow me down more ... but it doesn't. How odd.
Sweet Dreams!
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