I took a lesson at a barn while I was in college and I walked in with my helmet looped over my arm and was handed a horse. I stared at them in shock because that had never happened before and I definitely didn't like it.
I worked in a very small (read: 3 stall) barn for six years, starting out as a SMT (Stable Manager in Training) and a Lesson Assistant, and worked my way up to Stable/Barn Manager and an Instructor. We worked our ASSES off and were there every day after school until 11/12 at night and on weekends from 9am-10pm for very little or no pay (we were glorified working students, I don't remember my mom paying for lessons the entire last three years I worked there). But we ran into the princesses of all princesses.
My barn didn't take boarders, and had 15 on property show horses that she trained kids on so they were getting some intense training for the little money they were paying her. So the princesses we ran into were the ones that would come to us from "princess barns" (in that area it tended to be hunter barns that were like that, but not always) in the summer and expect to be treated the same. I didn't put up with it and neither did my trainer. One little shit snapped at me for not having her pony ready for her when she got there one morning for camp and I picked her up (she was like, 9, and maybe 90 pounds soaking wet), slung her over my shoulder and deposited her in the one water trough we hadn't gotten around to cleaning that morning (and it was quite gross from rain and other mess since it was in the back of the pasture).
I worked in a very small (read: 3 stall) barn for six years, starting out as a SMT (Stable Manager in Training) and a Lesson Assistant, and worked my way up to Stable/Barn Manager and an Instructor. We worked our ASSES off and were there every day after school until 11/12 at night and on weekends from 9am-10pm for very little or no pay (we were glorified working students, I don't remember my mom paying for lessons the entire last three years I worked there). But we ran into the princesses of all princesses.
My barn didn't take boarders, and had 15 on property show horses that she trained kids on so they were getting some intense training for the little money they were paying her. So the princesses we ran into were the ones that would come to us from "princess barns" (in that area it tended to be hunter barns that were like that, but not always) in the summer and expect to be treated the same. I didn't put up with it and neither did my trainer. One little shit snapped at me for not having her pony ready for her when she got there one morning for camp and I picked her up (she was like, 9, and maybe 90 pounds soaking wet), slung her over my shoulder and deposited her in the one water trough we hadn't gotten around to cleaning that morning (and it was quite gross from rain and other mess since it was in the back of the pasture).
She never did it again.
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