The blog of a tired shelter worker & hobby farmer

There was brief discussion of going up north this weekend but then family plans shifted so we aren't and I can hardly contain how excited I am to spend the weekend home.

I usually start my shit at 8:30 and work till 5 but on Saturdays the shift is always at 8 and we finally reopened Saturdays so I have back my alternating mon-fri vs tues-sat schedule. Which is great and all but 1. I forgot how much the 1 day weekend week SUCKS and 2. They gave the other full time person the same schedule but opposite (ie this is my mon-fri week and his tues-sat week) so he was off today. He usually works 8-4:30 EVERY day and someone had to be in at 8 today so they made it be me WITHOUT letting me know and also only releasing the schedule Saturday NIGHT. So I realized when I happened to check my email sun night that I had to work at 8 today. It was terrible. Also Things Kept Happening and by like 9 we had preformed nearly every service we offer. Also having to be to work by 8, have one singular day off then having to be to work by 8 the next day is cruel and unusual punishment. I NEED that extra 30 min.

Happened to look out at the pig pasture from the bathroom window and was immediately like. That pig does not belong. Ferns (still unnamed...) boy from last year freaking got into the main pasture under the fence. The main pasture with all the GIRLs (who are supposed to be prego but still) and his father who doesn't like other intact males 🤦‍♀️ i think he was able to because Natasha keeps making giant craters by the gate and burying the hot wire grounding it out. Also the battery on the main pastures electric is like so small. I think I might need to buy a beefier energizer. Anyways I spent sooooo so much time weed wacking to get any thing off the wire and un-dug it from Natasha's crater