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So, I figure I might as well write this down to try to sort it all out for myself, and maybe have something in retrospect as well.
Mom and Dad work crazy long hours, which I work with them. I get up at 5:30 to work my online job, which lasts until 10:00 am, and then head immediately over to the barn to finish up the morning chores that haven't been done yet. Generally by this time, it's most of it, which is hard to describe to someone who doesn't work on a farm. When we finish, it's about 12:00, and I head back to the house and lay down to sleep until about 3:30 to try to catch up on the sleep that's been deprived of me by waking up at 5:30. Usually, during this time in the past, I would have cooked a meal for my family and made a snack or desert for afterwards. Now, I just sleep, though, and my mom does the cooking.
At four, we head back over to the barn to do afternoon/evening chores which last until about 6:00, and then we quickly eat a meal before heading back over at 6:45-7:00, and then work until 10:00- 30 until milking and etc is done.
Also, I don't get paid for this. I only get paid for the 4 hours I teach online in the mornings, and I hate that job desperately. I've tried sabotauging myself so they'll fire me, to no avail. If you think about it, this is clearly pretty stupid, as it's the only thing I have that's remotely close to a paying job.
At almost no point during these times do we have any time off, except for from 12 to 4. I don't have a car, or a liscense, so going anywhere during this time is impossible for me.
I used to be able to handle all of this easily. But now, I get so angry and frustrated at the smallest things. If I am asked an extra favor, I feel my blood boiling over. This is a very, very disturbing sensation because I have never been an angry or mean person until now. But, one day, it's like I snapped, and I haven't come back yet.
My boyfriend also works on his family's farm, but he gets paid quite a lot. I know they hire immigrant workers, who have neither proper forms of ids, much less a driver's liscense, so they can't drive themselves to work. I'm tempted to ask him if I can work for them as well, even if it's the universally hated milking.
Mom and Dad work crazy long hours, which I work with them. I get up at 5:30 to work my online job, which lasts until 10:00 am, and then head immediately over to the barn to finish up the morning chores that haven't been done yet. Generally by this time, it's most of it, which is hard to describe to someone who doesn't work on a farm. When we finish, it's about 12:00, and I head back to the house and lay down to sleep until about 3:30 to try to catch up on the sleep that's been deprived of me by waking up at 5:30. Usually, during this time in the past, I would have cooked a meal for my family and made a snack or desert for afterwards. Now, I just sleep, though, and my mom does the cooking.
At four, we head back over to the barn to do afternoon/evening chores which last until about 6:00, and then we quickly eat a meal before heading back over at 6:45-7:00, and then work until 10:00- 30 until milking and etc is done.
Also, I don't get paid for this. I only get paid for the 4 hours I teach online in the mornings, and I hate that job desperately. I've tried sabotauging myself so they'll fire me, to no avail. If you think about it, this is clearly pretty stupid, as it's the only thing I have that's remotely close to a paying job.
At almost no point during these times do we have any time off, except for from 12 to 4. I don't have a car, or a liscense, so going anywhere during this time is impossible for me.
I used to be able to handle all of this easily. But now, I get so angry and frustrated at the smallest things. If I am asked an extra favor, I feel my blood boiling over. This is a very, very disturbing sensation because I have never been an angry or mean person until now. But, one day, it's like I snapped, and I haven't come back yet.
My boyfriend also works on his family's farm, but he gets paid quite a lot. I know they hire immigrant workers, who have neither proper forms of ids, much less a driver's liscense, so they can't drive themselves to work. I'm tempted to ask him if I can work for them as well, even if it's the universally hated milking.