For All Of You Who Didn't Know, I Now Live In Ithaca...

Yeah, so I got back from Vermont some time around the end of August. I had a few bad job interviews and a few that went well. I ended up interviewing at A.C. Moore in Ithaca (store 73), which when I had filled out the application I thought "Pfft yeah right, like I'll get hired here?? Honestly, I'm not that crafty" I thought of the people that worked at A.C. Moore (and Michael's) to be old naggy ladies and totally socially awkward people.

Honestly, it wasn't that bad. I started out with 40 hours a week, making more than minimum wage, and having no experience in retail what-so-ever. But I did have a 4 year college degree. As much as I hated going back to school when I transferred to Coby, that was the best thing I ever did. I went from 'the Ireland version of a mexican on a cow dairy' to 'semi-suburb retail rookie which did all the receiving' (AKA glorified box boy) to 'youngest manager at A.C. Moore, specifically 'logistics supervisor'' (A.K.A. Wayyy over glorified box boy) Yeah, that's right. After only 7 1/2 weeks of being receiver, Chris (the 'logistics supervisor' AKA Head of back room) left for a job he hoped to get. He never got the job, but he still left. =(

Lots of responsibility for somebody who knew nothing about retail. It would be different if I had a degree in retail but had never actually done anything with it, but nope, nothing. Though, I guess I did have customer service down pretty well. Anyway, it's only been two days and I feel exhausted everyday and miss Chris more and more. And to be honest, I'm sore. My muscles hurt... kind of makes me think how lazy I've been the last few months since I left Vermont. Either way, my poor boyfriend has to deal with me, and my being exhausted every day after work. Let's be honest, after being emotionally and physically drained by 3 PM is terrible.

Anyway... I lead a semi-boring life. I do have another post that I want to do that should have taken place between the last post and this one, maybe I'll back-date it some time. Anyway. Time to go do something else.

This is the beginning of an end of another chapter in my life...

Tomorrow will begin my last first day of classes as an undergrad. It's official; I'm getting old. I am going to be 22 years old in March. The horse that we had since I was in fourth grade died in October. The dog that was born on our farm when I was in first grade died around Christmas. My cat, which I've had since sixth grade is losing weight by the day. My grandfather and grandmother on my dad's side are both failing quickly (Come on, grandpa is in a nursing home... but at least he remembers the five dollar bet ;) ) It's been almost four years since I've been out of high school, and yeah, I took a year off... if I had gone to Coby instead of SU, I would have graduated a year early with my bachelor's last year.

One of the things that is the worst about all of this stuff though, is moving out. Last Sunday, I shipped 10 of my animals. Two heifer calves, Two two-year old heifers, and all of my babies (which were the cows). Yes, Candi is finally gone. She was my first show cow and I have had her since she was 6 months old. She will be twelve years old in March and it's extremely sad to think that when I walk in to the barn from now on, I won't see her curly little body- nor will I see the other 9 animals. It's emotionally trying for me, I guess. Most people that have cows don't understand. They were my pets and I had them for a long time. Most dairy cows don't last half the age that Candi was, and any beef farmer that has a normal set up doesn't have the type of contact with their animals like we do. Our set up is very intensive and we spend at least an hour every night cleaning and feeding.

Candi was the sixth animal to go onto that trailer, and when I put the halter on her, it made me sad that never again will she be mine. Yeah, sure it was sad; but I've come to grips with it. Mark made it that much easier though. I know what I want from my life; and I knew that I couldn't have the life that I wanted unless I sold my cows and had no more responsibilities at home. I realized that I needed to go start my own normal life that doesn't involve farming for a while.

And so that is my life for now. I'm done writing now because I just saw a syllabus for one of my classes this semester and I'm freaking out about how much bullshit stuff I have to do. Oh btw, all that stress from last semester paid off. I completed 21 credits with a 3.62. Yay!!! Ok, anyway. Good night all!