Hello my loyal subjects, tis me, your wayward queen back for some startling news updates.
So in a nutshell I don’t do people. I am agoraphobic (and yes I know most of you know), and Have severe PTSD and Battered spouse syndrome (and again I know most of you know.
I got extremely depressed about the house maybe being taken and went way into my head for a bit. I find interesting things there sometimes and I found me a doozy this time. I can work with animals, actually went to school for it. Animal Sciences for the win.
Just for shits and giggles I applied for a job at a pig farm that was not supposed to start till December as support staff. So I got an email back asking if I was aware of that and said yes and asked how many people worked there and when I was told I was shocked at the amount of people and was about to politely nope out when she says how would you feel about running a swine farm elsewhere. I asked if anyone else worked there and they said nope, nuh uh, it would just be me till the barn was full then I could hire someone or they would provide someone my choice according to my contract.
I know a lot about Swine. Swine helped pay for my house actually. There are a lot of new diseases than there were in the 80’s and 90’s but it is basically same shit different day. So I said I would interview. I took a Lot of anti-anxiety medication for that interview.
I was genuinely pleased to meet to of the nicest people you could just randomly meet. I gave them the rundown of what I know about pigs, about dealing with the government, about rules and regulations and I thought it went well. Then they asked if I wanted to see the farm and of course I did so we went. 45 minutes from my house to here. they had weaners in the barn already so somebody was having to make two trips a day to check on them. I thought the interview went well, I was a little concerned because everything in the barn was built for tall people and I’m 4’11. I need a stick to reach some of the light switches. Plus I’m sure the thought of how I was going to move a 200kg downer crossed their minds. I’m brilliant that is how.
It was between me and another guy and I assumed they would go with the guy just because more muscle and he was way taller than me.
I have to tell you, I cried when they called and told me they would love to offer me the position. I could not say yes fast enough. Oh and the job comes with a house. An enormous house. so I just walk outside to my work every day.
Got everything moved finally, got a bin for the garbage and for the roofing shingles that are coming off next week so the roof can be done, then I am renovating the house I own and selling it to pay my back taxes and investing the rest.
the work is very physical and I am tired and sore and you have not lived until you have been hog bitten. That really hurts. I have also cut myself on a piece of metal inside a feeder and gotten more rips and tears in my skin than I care to count and it is all worth it.
Farming is in my blood and even when I hate it I love it.
Love and miss you all
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