Sunday, March 20, 2011
Pigs, strawberry plants and job decisions...
Our pigs came home last Sunday... they are so cute at this age, tho they act like idiots because they are still scared of us. When we open the gate to go feed them, they shoot around the fence perimeter, screaming bloody murder. It's always an exciting time when they arrive, but I'll be truthful that come the end of July, I'm ready to see 'em load up on the butcher trailer.
I was busy today putting in some strawberry plants. A friend had donated some t-posts for making a larger turn-out for Red, the rescue horse, and she mentioned that she had some strawberry plants in the back of her truck if I wanted them. She didn't know what exact kind they were, but they produce pretty much all summer long. I am so happy because last year I had pulled all my plants because they had stopped producing. I figured I'd buy new plants this spring. Of course, finances are too tight now, so I figured no strawberries this year. Now I've got 24 small plants in a new bed. Yippee! Coincidence? Maybe, but it could just be good luck.
Last week I was offered a job with the veterinarian who is helping with Red's care. I was somewhat unsure, as it pays less than my unemployment and this person has a habit of going through staff like crazy. Seriously, the person who left the day I dropped in the office had only been there 2 weeks or so. The employer I had right before I went into the recovery place was just like this new employer. She is very Type A personality and I have heard can be difficult. But, I told myself I was a different person now and stronger than I was 12 years ago. Besides, we've always gotten along well and she knew my history w/ alcohol, etc. The money would be tighter than it already is, but I have been feeling kinda panicked about no job. So, I went in last Thursday to work there. By the time I left, I felt like a truck had run me over. No real training on the computer, they just punched buttons and told me what to enter, no scheduled lunch hour, just when you can get out, typical Drs. office not getting off when you are supposed to, etc. Partway thru the morning, the vet had noticed I was itching and asked me if I had allergies. I said yes, but nothing that should be affecting me there. By mid-evening I was still itching, a few hives were popping up and I was an emotional wreck. Woke up the next morning with a killer headache. After talking to Steve, we decided it just wasn't going to work out. He doesn't want me back in an environment that is going to take that big of a toll on my mental state. So, I called and left a message that I think my allergies were going to cause problems. She called back, left message that she agreed, but wants me to try one more time, so I guess I'll go in tomorrow and see what happens. Really, my decision is made. It's just getting up the courage to say it outright. I believe that everything happens for a reason, so this must mean there is something better waiting for me.
Hope you are all having a wonderful weekend filled with hope, joy and faith!