In my search for content for both my Facebook page and that of Rock House Farm, I found this Blog. If you have time, go and read some of his posts. I linked a couple of them on the Spellcast Farm FB page. One that really resonated with me was his thoughts on making a living.
He writes: “I think the process of applying for a job speaks to how inhumane many jobs are. You first find an open position that seems as though it might not be entirely soul-destroying, then put together a resume and write a cover letter for that job–which is, essentially, an act of advertising oneself, often in a whorish manner. Then you wait too long for a response that may or may not come and hope for an interview, which–should it even occur–will often lurch its way through awkward questions and suffer from anxiety and terrifying optimism, quiet desperation and need, and will almost certainly bear no resemblance to normal human interaction. After this interview and perhaps multiple follow up interviews, you finally are told whether or not you got the job. Or not told. Sometimes, you simply don’t hear back, are forced to call and inquire as to your status, and then are told almost in an offhand manner–oh, did I forget to tell you?–that no, someone else was hired.
This is a horrid way to find work. Granted, I realize there are plenty of people out there who experience the above process in a more positive manner and there also are those who feed off the challenge of it. Even so, what is particularly human or humane about this process? There is rarely any sense of honesty or care to it, and it most often serves as a winnowing–a battle, a competition.”
Gosh, how many times have I written about, yes, the inhumane way that you need to look for and apply for a job. I am so darned lucky to have found the job that I currently have. Said job has had its hiccups and I hope I can work through them. I think I now know what I need to do to make it right. It’s funny, in other work situations, I’ve been the one who was accused of not being a team player, of wanting to take the whole job on myself and not asking for help. That’s still true for the most part, but for some reason, with this job, I’ve relied on other employees to do what I should have been doing myself. I’m still nervous about being at the Farmers Market, the cash box makes me nervous in particular. I don’t like handling money or being responsible for cash. Plus, I’m still figuring out the product.
We didn’t get much rain last night, but the wind was horrible. It started around 1 AM and I was up from then on checking for wind damage, i.e. ShelterLogic buildings blowing around the yard. As best as I can tell, everything seems okay, but I’m tired from lack of sleep.
Kid count is up to 15, I believe 10 are bucks, which is a good thing as they will be milking and meat machines. Two more does to kid.
I haven’t checked today because I shut the rabbit barn up last night so that the wind wouldn’t damage it, but no rabbit deaths since Sunday.
Yesterday afternoon, I went down into the garden to work on cleaning out the beds. I found an unexpected bonus: carrots! Lots of them! I harvested a huge bucket of them and brought up a tub of greens for the rabbits. Hopefully today I can get down there and take the composted straw off the three small beds that we let rest over the winter. I’ve asked Wally to put hoop holders on these three beds so I can get them planted ASAP.
When Wally got home yesterday afternoon, he held Heather, a first-time-freshening doe, while I milked out the side of her udder that her kid is not using. She was not at all cooperative! This afternoon, Wally is going to help me get her into the milk parlor so I can milk her proper. Her udder is FABULOUS! Hopefully she’ll take to milking as well as the three first-time-fresheners did from last year. Because we’ve had several does with single kids, I’m going to need to start milking them once a day. Perhaps I’ll do them in the afternoon. Gwen was in the way yesterday morning.
Gwen: I hope her production comes back up. She’s been very difficult lately. Hopefully bringing the calf in will make a difference. Hopefully he’ll get here this afternoon.
I guess I had better get out and milk Gwen. Maybe she’ll surprise me and have her normal amount of milk.
Until later …