…….cuz I’m still trying to figure it out. Don’t know what’s down this road I’m just walking.
Right so I’ve made it to Clevedon and tonight will be my third night sleeping here. My last week in Queenstown was super! After my awesome long weekend I continued to stuff my face for the week. Hey I was going to work on a horse far what did I care? I would work it off and I really don’t think horses care. So Tuesday was leftovers from the BBQ (mentioned in previous blog). Wednesday was mine and Collette’s super hot date night! She had swung a really amazing dinner and Hauka show for herself, Tash and I. Tash decided not to show though. We went up the gondola to have buffet and watch the show it was a perfect last week in Queenstown thing to do. We even got the photos that you get from the Gondola! Oh I should probably mention the best part! It was all FREE, because Collette works on photos at the gondola. Trust me this was super cool because it’s a pretty high end place with a much more high end view. Thursday I had Tash over for dinner since she couldn’t make it out the night before and cooked her a real shit supper as I was trying to eat up everything in the house before leaving. We went for drinks and met up with some people and had a good but chill night.
Friday was my last day at work, and I actually got a surprising amount of work done. Then as the good group girls do on a Friday night we headed out for drinks starting at Harry’s about 5:00 (one of our goodbars). Really what would my last night in Queenstown be if it wasn’t a 8 hour drinking shift? Love you girls we all had a really great night and of course Ann and I went to Ferg on the way home right after our sneaky dash out of Bardeaux at about 1.
Saturday, Plane leaves at 1, should be at the air port for about 12:15, wake up approx 10:00 with about half my packing left to do a room to get ready for Rochelle to move into and a full ferg left to eat in the fridge (probably should shower and straighten my hair too). I think Ann and I left the house at about 12:15 to head to the airport. We did have to make an emergency pit stop and my bag was the last one on the plane. But not before I paid the fee for it being overweight. My mind was not capable of making any decision on what was heavy and what wasn’t that morning. About 20 minutes after paying the $50 fine and about 10 minutes after sitting down on the plane I realized how stupid it was to pay the fine. All I would have had to do was take my new jeans that I had bought to wear on the farm out. Given Ann some of the food that I brought with me (because I was unsure what the food situation was going to be when I got there) and I would have been well under the limit! %@##@!!!!...... Whatever!..... So I can’t decide which is worse when on a plane hung over, the kid screaming behind you because its ears are popping and it doesn’t know what going on or the turbulence. Let me tell you this may have been one of my shortest flights but it was also one of the worst.
Get to the farm around 4:30 find my room, change and head out to help them finish feeding for the night. Luckily by this time the hangover seems to have subsided. Tess is my “boss” the head groom and rider. Absolutely lovely girl she’s 23 from Vancouver and has been around horses forever. She mentioned that she also spent some time working with Jay Hayes in Ontario. I also met Kevin who is living in my house with me and doesn’t really speak English. So I helped them finish up and come inside. The place that I’m living in the “grooms house” is really dirty. I don’t think anyone has cleaned in here well ever. I had an absolutely horrible sleep that night mostly because it was ssoo humid out but also I think the reality of what I had just done was setting in. We started work at 7:00 the next morning feeding mucking stalls and turning out the horses. I quickly come to discover that these people love to blanket these horses and they need a different blanket for outside than in. They also need their hooves picked about 3 times a day.
The panic is starting to set in by now, my mind is going at a hundred miles a minute and horses pick up on this quiet quickly. I have no car here I was told there was one we would share, apparently it broke down. Fine whatever I can handle that it was probably standard in this country any way. Tess asks me if I can tack up “Lesbos” a real fancy horse with a real attitude I got nervous she bit at me and I cracked. By this point complete panic is setting in. What am I doing in New Zealand, stuck on this farm working 6 days a week for next to no cash, stuck in this little shack house with people that don’t speak English. Even on my day off I’m not going to know ANYONE to go visit or hang out with. I can’t stay here. I’m NOT staying here. By this time Tess has come back and can see something is very wrong with me, Megan the owner’s daughter who had also picked me up from the air port is also with us by this point. I had a complete panic attack and had to go for a walk and chill out. I got through the rest of the day ok had made the decision I will give it the week and when we were done went almost straight to bed. I was still thinking like crazy before bed and I don’t know what I’m going to do next. I got through today really well would even maybe go so far as to say I enjoyed today the weather was great and the work was a little easier now that I knew some of the horses names. I still think I’m moving on at the end of the week. Will see. I’m just a girl trying to find a place in this world.
