I have been up since just shortly after 6am. Despite a long and tiring day yesterday, sleep was hard to come by this morning. So figured I might as well get up. I have had breakfast, took the recyling paper bin outside for collection and am now sitting here with a cup of tea and the iPod on, writing down the frustrations and ups and downs of the last few weeks of job hunting.
When I moved here in August, I figured the job hunting might take a while but hey I am skilled, so I should find something. As you know I started to continue to work for Serco, travelling to Teltow each week to set up their new call center. This was temporary for 3 month but my boss often talked and confirmed that I can stay longer. It came to a massive shock when on my last day it was decided, that it's my last day unless I move to Teltow permanently. Talk about shock.
So since end of November I have been looking and applied for varios jobs. It has been very frustrating... Initially I didn't get any replies back at all, a no I can deal with but nothing is a bit much in my opinion. I mean I have done hundrets and hundrets of recruitments for Convergys, for Serco UK and Serco Germany and I always got in touch quickly with the people even if it was no. It's just polite.
I also didn't think that it would take me this long to find a new job. Sure I have been very lucky in my life so far and always had somehing else lined up when I changed jobs. Also I never had to write many applications. Prior to this I might have written a total of 10 (if that is it at all). So the combination of this, made it very, very frustrating.
Last week, I ended up with one interview a day and on Wednesday had a kind of job offer. We agreed on a test day, which I did yesterday and the company and me are both pleased with the results, so I am starting my new career tomorrow,
I will be doing sales now, with lot's of outside work and the possibility to take over the branch or another one that openes. Talk about happy. The job will be tough, the opportunities for advancement are great and I was hired due to my management and leadership skills and the look at the future to lead a branch sometime soon.
I woke up on my birthday to a blanket of powder snow. Since I didn't get snow for Christmas I was pleased to at least have snow for my birthday. In the afternoon, I took the dogs and out we went for a nice birthday walk through this winter wonderland.
Mia is a 6 month old doe that joined the homestead on Friday (a day before my birthday). Mia is a giant cross, which means she will be rather large once she is fully grown (around 5 kilos). Once Mia is a few month older I will breed her and hopefully have a litter of young ones in the summer.
Mia has settled in nicely so far and is getting used to her new environment. She is friendly and not too scared, which is nice. I keep petting and talk to her whenever I am close by to get her used to me.
She is getting a mix out of greens, carrots and pellets and of course lot's and lot's of hay.
Now I am still looking for a buck to breed her too but am having a few options on that
I have been pretty busy this afternoon. It's been a cold ans snowy day but considering that my little homestead will gain it's first animal tomorrow, it was time to finally build the housing for said animal. Seeing as it was so cold, I started to to the basic work on my kitchen floor before moving to the freeing cold work room and then to outside. After lot's of hammering, sawing, more hammering, cutting and freezing, the house is done and can wait for the newest member of our family to arrive (aehm be picked up)
And on the eighth day, God looked down on his planned paradise and said, "I need a caretaker." So God made a farmer.
God said, "I need somebody willing to get up before dawn, milk cows, work all day in the field, milk cows again, eat supper, then go to town and stay past midnight at a meeting of the school board." So God made a farmer.
God said, "I need somebody willing to sit up all night with a newborn colt and watch it die, then dry his eyes and say,'Maybe next year,' I need somebody who can shape an ax handle from an ash tree, shoe a horse with hunk of car tire, who can make a harness out hay wire, feed sacks and shoe scraps. Who, during planting time and harvest season will finish his 40-hour week by Tuesday noon and then, paining from tractor back, put in another 72 hours." So God made the farmer.
God said, "I need somebody strong enough to clear trees and heave bales, yet gentle enough to yean lambs and wean pigs and tend the pink-comb pullets, who will stop his mower for an hour to splint the leg of a meadowlark."
It had to be somebody who'd plow deep and straight and not cut corners. Somebody to seed, weed, feed, breed, and brake, and disk, and plow, and plant, and tie the fleece and strain the milk, . Somebody who'd bale a family together with the soft, strong bonds of sharing, who would laugh, and then sigh and then reply with smiling eyes when his son says that he wants to spend his life doing what Dad does. "So God made a farmer."