A job come and gone

  I know, it's been almost two months!  The past two months have been so hectic here.  I was getting very stressed out in May at not having an income producing job.  The school year was ending and I had 10 weeks to go yet in our LA program.  Not that I follow the school year, but my husband has different ideas about schooling through the summer than I do.  And mom was coming for a vist-greatly looked forward to though.
  So, mid May I find a job working with my first love-horses.  To say I was happy is an understatement.  Yes I was doing stalls again-but only 3, so I couldn't complain much.  I had a mare to work and train, which was great.    I could pursue my dressage training.  Hours were good-morning work.
  It was an adjustment though.  I felt like I was missing a lot with my boys, since we do a lot in the mornings.  It helped when mom got here and kept them going.  Dad learned to be more patient with them and the boys ate up being with him more.  His job took a very downward turn and he started working for himself, which is actually working out.



  But things took a downhill turn.  In the span of days I realized that my boss was a spoiled rich girl who was also depressed.  It was a trial greeting each day wondering if she was sad, mad or okay.  Would she be okay with my work or on a rampage?  In one month I horse sat for her twice-one being 9 days overnight and that was just a lot.  I felt like I was not home much at all.  Upon returning home from her trip I had a few days off, which lead to being fired!  I was expecting it, but was still thrown for a loop.  Prior to me, she went through 9 people in 8 weeks, so I knew it was a matter of time.  But I still gave her my best and treated the horses like they were my own.
  Her expectation-that at 8:30 at night, I rearrange my day off to be able to come to work the next day.  Because I could not, I was fired for not being more flexible.  Simply amazing.  I feel bad for the horses.  She mentioned putting the one horse down because she had no one to work it and she didn't want to sell it.  I can't in good conscience work for someone like that.
  The good thing-in preparation of what I knew would eventually come-either my quitting or her firing-I've been interviewing other stables and looking for work.  I've printed up a nifty flyer and delivered it to the local feed stores.  I've created a blog Coastal Horse for clients to visit.  It's not finished yet.  I need to become insured and bonded for pet sitting I believe.
  The best thing, I'm not so stressed.  I was.  And I was worried my husband would be frantic about my not working again.  But his job is going okay and he said he was fine with me finding something maybe three days a week-even if it's horses.  And I have some leads, so that's good.  I'm hoping I can continue to work with the animals I love and increase my riding skills.