I have been MIA for quite a while. I guess when you are working in a tiny office that one has time enough to start a blog, it should be clue one that the company is going to close the doors. We knew it was coming. It had been. I honestly blame the owners. Change is always hard, no one likes it. Moments will always present themselves for change, for you to choose a scarier path, or go with Inertia (for those of you who aren't sure what the fuck Inertia is...you really should have paid attention in high school; things like to keep doing what they are already doing). Let's just say that the owners were not open to the changes that needed to occur to make the business successful and, in fact, kept making decisions that doomed the company more.
So, Boss Lady and I were out on our asses, as were the other employees. Frankly, some of them I can do without ever seeing again. We were lucky enough to be absorbed and hired as a team into another company and have been working out tails off to get settled. Now, about six months in we are finally getting to float on our own. I have discovered that the resistance to change is everywhere, in every company, in every person. The smartest people are the ones that like to take risks and allow change. I am trying very hard to let change happen. I hate it more than I hate a snot-nosed child screaming uncontrollably at a restaurant while the parent does nothing to fix the situation.
This left me wondering what to do with my blog. I like it here on the internet, safely tucked away and anonymous. I like being able to share stories and my sarcasm. So, if there is anyone out there that actually peeks in at the lovely word vomit I create, be ready for stories from all parts of my life. No longer will it be oriented at what happens at work, though I will most definitely include the goings on of work because sometimes they are just priceless.
Life just happened...again. I have a horse. Yes, I am that girl and I am pretty sure that I have not brought him up before. I love him. When I am not working or with my boyfriend, Captain America, I am probably with my horse or riding my client's horses. Yes, I train horses on top of having a real job. I'm pretty sure that Captain America knows that my world revolves around my horse and has accepted that I am a crazy horse girl.
My poor horse loves humans and seriously hates horses. To the point where he will try and launch himself out of his stall window to bite and attack a horse being led by. Dick move indeed. When I am at the barn he centers into a much more zen like state, except when horses get near me; then he turns into my guard dog. Lets just say, he is crazy and quite possibly rides the short bus. (If you are offended by my lack of political correctness, I am not sorry, get off your high horse (no pun intended) and take a long walk off of a short pier and get over yourself.)
Beast usually lives in the "dungeons" of the barn, also known as the hay barn. There is no horse traffic in that area, usually. Recently our barn got busy with people moving in for the competition season and to accommodate they built a few new stalls next to my horse. Ever since Saturday he has been a kicking machine. A horse walks by, he kicks, a horse makes noise next to him, he kicks...you get the picture. Usually he settles down in a week (four more days of hell to go,) but when the horses leave in a few months he will have a melt down because heaven forbid he is alone. Funny that my bitching about change is absolutely applicable to my horse.
When I arrived at the barn this morning, I found his stall soaking wet. I instantly thought, "Damn it horse! Why must you drink so much water? Must be doing it as an anxious ritual." No, because then I noticed the hanging water buckets. Promptly after I noticed the broken water pipe. He literally kicked and broke the water pipe to his auto-filling water dish. That sucker is about 3.5ft. off the floor, and he broke the pipe at lease 1-1.5ft. above the dish.
For fucking reals, my horse is acting like a class A asshole. I bought tequila for the guy who ended up fixing the pipe and cleaning all of the soaking wet shavings out of his stall. I need a hard drink after starting my day like that and figured the least I could do was spread the love. I'm in no way rich, and if anything much broker because I spend all my money on Beast. Buying alcohol was the best I had to offer.
I realize that is not the funniest story, but just chew it over. My horse hates horses. I pretty much hate most people, so he and I have that in common. He gets pissed off when you put a horse next to him; mind you they can't even touch noses, he can only see them when they stick their heads out of their windows. Pretty much sums up living with one of my roommates. When he finally accepts his changed fate, that he no longer gets to live a life in solitude, the horse(s) will move away causing him to experience the worst case of separation anxiety ever seen. Codependent and a loaner. Classic bitchy girl, "No, we are not friends but ohmygod don't leave me alone because I can't handle that." Though I am bitchy, I will not miss my god awful roommate when we part ways; sorry Beast, this is where we differ.
Next time I can write something funnier.
