Lack of sleep; Quitting?; Idiot Vet and Farriers
I am so tired. And was incrediably irritable and bad tempered earlier. A soak in a bath when I got in helped that, but I still feel out of sorts. My stomach has played up on and off throughout the day with more bleeding.
I breached the topic with Sandra today. Talking about painkillers, pills and health. Not in the - I'm quitting way, but trying to ease it in gently. I want to lay some groundwork so that when I tell her, it's not unexpected.
But still not sure how to say to her. I feel bad at doing it. Mainly because they are nice people. I'm good at my job, so even two lots of sickness close together hasn't brought any bad words from, in fact when I came in this morning Sandra was positively delighted to see me. But I want to quit.
I would feel bad just quitting and doing it through Westaff. I feel the people deserve more. Especially poor David who seems to have taken to me, and will be off on paternity for the next 3 weeks (his new baby - a girl - was born on Sunday).
So, there we go still no closer. But I need to do it soon before I get taught how to do the parts list. Sandra is off this tail end of the week. I could do it then.
OH AND GET THIS.
Guess who turned up at the field at 10am?
The Farrier(s) AND the Vet.
Neither of whom had told us they were coming, the farrier had rang my mobile and my Dad's this morning - neither of us answered, me because I was at work and missed the call and my Dad had misplaced his mobile.
I phoned just before 10am to cancel the appointment with the Vet, stating it wasn't required, the girl had said 'Oh the vet is already out' - she didn't explain he was AT MY FIELD! - just that the appointment was today - to which I replied saying the appointment COULDN'T be today because no one had informed me.
So at 10am the Vet phoned the house and spoke to my Dad, and the vet was apparently very polite when he discovered that neither him nor the farrier had contacted us. Although he was going by the fact the farrier had said he'd ''called us'' - which he had, just we hadn't got the calls! My Dad explained that we no longer wanted Baileigh sedated, that we felt his behaviour was caused by the farrier nicking him with a nail put in too high. The vet was nice - didn't expect paid, not that he was getting it anyways - and said to phone him again if we needed other treatment, Dad said we would.
Not spoke to the farrier yet. What the hell they thought they were playing at. You'd think it at least prudent to tell the fucking owner of the horse that you were intending to sedate it and do work on it - with more notice than an hour before you turn up (call was just before 9am) - to which they got no answer. I think they were just chancing it.
So yeah. Idiots.
I breached the topic with Sandra today. Talking about painkillers, pills and health. Not in the - I'm quitting way, but trying to ease it in gently. I want to lay some groundwork so that when I tell her, it's not unexpected.
But still not sure how to say to her. I feel bad at doing it. Mainly because they are nice people. I'm good at my job, so even two lots of sickness close together hasn't brought any bad words from, in fact when I came in this morning Sandra was positively delighted to see me. But I want to quit.
I would feel bad just quitting and doing it through Westaff. I feel the people deserve more. Especially poor David who seems to have taken to me, and will be off on paternity for the next 3 weeks (his new baby - a girl - was born on Sunday).
So, there we go still no closer. But I need to do it soon before I get taught how to do the parts list. Sandra is off this tail end of the week. I could do it then.
OH AND GET THIS.
Guess who turned up at the field at 10am?
The Farrier(s) AND the Vet.
Neither of whom had told us they were coming, the farrier had rang my mobile and my Dad's this morning - neither of us answered, me because I was at work and missed the call and my Dad had misplaced his mobile.
I phoned just before 10am to cancel the appointment with the Vet, stating it wasn't required, the girl had said 'Oh the vet is already out' - she didn't explain he was AT MY FIELD! - just that the appointment was today - to which I replied saying the appointment COULDN'T be today because no one had informed me.
So at 10am the Vet phoned the house and spoke to my Dad, and the vet was apparently very polite when he discovered that neither him nor the farrier had contacted us. Although he was going by the fact the farrier had said he'd ''called us'' - which he had, just we hadn't got the calls! My Dad explained that we no longer wanted Baileigh sedated, that we felt his behaviour was caused by the farrier nicking him with a nail put in too high. The vet was nice - didn't expect paid, not that he was getting it anyways - and said to phone him again if we needed other treatment, Dad said we would.
Not spoke to the farrier yet. What the hell they thought they were playing at. You'd think it at least prudent to tell the fucking owner of the horse that you were intending to sedate it and do work on it - with more notice than an hour before you turn up (call was just before 9am) - to which they got no answer. I think they were just chancing it.
So yeah. Idiots.