streetmuse

I worked over 80 hours this week.... ridiculous... 18 hours on Saturday....all this to get ready for our open house, at the stable on sunday.

Even though I was retardedly tired, and feeling like hell, I had to put on a happy face, and schmooze prospective clients all day.
I have to say, we did pretty fuckin awesome. We have 8 new horses definitely coming in for boarding, and possibly 2 more on top of that, and we had 25 new students sign up for riding lessons, and riding camps. not too shappy, eh?

Of course this means more work for me.. but it also means more money. And we all know I need that.....

So now its all over, now begins the tedious task of scheduling all these new kids, and setting up times to keep everyone happy... bleh.... oh well.. it must be done...

I got home at 530 tonight, and got right into my PJs... and laid down to relax...I'm getting sicker and sicker by the minute... I think Ive got a fever and my heads all stuffed up, all that jazz... I need medicine, and tea..... where's my nurse?

oh.. and it really bothers me when someone makes me feel like, I'm the last resort.... if nothing better is going on, or no one else is around, maybe they've got some time to talk and/or hang out..... I know this is kinda off topic of this entry... but.... it was on my mind... a few people have really made me feel like that, over the past few weeks... and it kinda hurts... maybe I'm just too sensitive, and insecure...

oh well.... time to get cuddled in blankets..... gotta work again in the morning...