Jill's friend was just getting started in her program at the OVC. She showed up for coffee and started talking before she even sat down. "I've been thinking about those medival times show horses and the fact that the small ring and the same movements night after night after night is bad for their hocks... SO WHAT? Is staring at the same daily office computer screen not burning out the eyes of many a human cog? is the repeated typing motion not causing HUMAN carpal tunnel syndrome? For god's sake, they're not glue! And they are not being shipped inhumanely to the meat market. When i was there, they seemed to LIKE their work. And, i refuse to look down my nose at a horse having a job to earn his keep."
Jill had no idea where the tirade was coming from but she always enjoyed her friend's passion. In fact, she shared it!
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When it was Jill's turn to reveal what she'd been up to she whispered shyly how she loved touching the harnesses at one place she worked. It was just moving them about to sweep the corners really, but they were lovely. There was even one with a red leather underside, ooooooh la la.
She also told the story of making a speech to a woman she would like as another one of her new bosses:
"But if you'd done something stoopid with a horse and got hurt and you're the expert on horse handling your cast looks bad. If you were doing everything properly-as-an-expert-should and got hurt by a horse that would look even worse! So, personally, I think its PERFECT that you got hurt tripping in a tire track that had NOTHING to do with any horses..."
Jill admitted feeling discouraged and disheartened "Will there ever be a permanent, suitable position open somewhere that I will want, can apply for and get?"
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