Was it in a dream where she saw the woman-she-had-just-met's name in a driving caption photo? Jill flipped and flipped and flipped through her Driving Program over and over but couldn't find what she thought she'd seen. She remembered she even saw the place of Perth mentioned, but couldn't spot it now. Perhaps she was crazy! Obviously, she had to get the tickets back to them because of the confusion over what day the access was for. Why hadn't she noticed when they'd stood in the hotel lobby and she was given them?
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"Well, why don't you go for a gallop then and come back and tell me the rest," she said, after the guy asked her not to try and touch the hyper horse that kept backing away from her, making it difficult to carry on a conversation. Just who did she think she was??? First trying to comfort a wild chestnut with a pat on the shoulder and when prevented, telling the rider/official what action might be useful? ha! Sometimes her instincts could really run away with her.
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Jill was tired of trying so hard, and alienating folks with her suggestions and pro-active approach to both paid and volunteer duties. Her perpetual accidental leadership was not always valued! For the second time running she was consciously waiting til instructed to accomplish tasks, and then delivering only what was requested instead of making any efforts to go above and beyond. It was turning out to be an easier way to be unpopular at least.
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She texted her pony club media friends not to come. The authorities had made it very clear she was mistaken about her value in being in there and it was obvious she was about to be sent away. Her friend didn't seem to mind, and took it all in stride, calling for details and mutual cheer up chatter. Jill thought, obviously, she doesn't just sell steel, she's made of it!
She amused Jill describing a recent work-related trip to the slaughterhouse. What a saga! Disgusting that they could actually laugh about how on one rack a cow was being gutted, while on another one was being ripped in half by two men, and how when she turned her head away, it was only to see another get it's head chopped off at the same time. Her friend could really work magic in story telling and this scenery was all in a day's work for her, as she examined the chain that needed re-ordering and did her best to avoid looking at exactly what was hanging off the chain... UG.
Jill was mostly vegetarian, and hearing all that made her feel even worse for the two mornings in a row where she'd enjoyed two breakfast meats.
Her old pal suggested heading to her place with the few unpaid days off her normal work Jill had left. "Just when was the last time you stood on a porch and whistled for a horse anyway?" Jill would certainly be glad for any stolen moments on horseback no matter which way they came...
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