A new horizion

I have not spoken too much about my personal life in this blog. I wanted it to be more informative about Wicca. But I have come to realize that it seems almost cold. I meant this blog to be a diary of my progress through the craft, of my learning experiences and my growth. I have clearly deviated from that course, and wish to pull myself back on track. I will start with this little bloog that has almost nothing to do with my being a witch, and everything to do with the other aspects ate are me.

As you may or may not know (depending on whether you are a friend reading this, or a family member, or a complete stranger) I have been working at what I call the-job-from-hell for almost two years now with the "Idiot-boss-demon" and the "Hellish-pit-lord." I have despised it, but with bills to pay and college to complete, I had little choice but to stick with it.

As you may or may not know, I am a History major. I am passionate about ancient world history, mythology, folklore, archeology, anthropology, ancient civilizations and religions. Some of you may also know that I have loved horses, art, fantasy and reading since I was a child.

There isn't much one can do with a history degree, unless you desire to go to at least another 2-4 years of college to get a teacher's degree on top of that. I myself am a little tired of widdling money away taking classes I probably won't need and can learn myself from reading newer and more up-to-date books then the ancient texts used in my classes...

So, lately I have been resigned to the fact that I was pretty stuck in the cruddy job I had now at a terrible company with terrible, selfish, heartless fellow employees (with a couple exceptions).

But then, one of the dreams I never thought possible came true. Browsing an online job site I stumbled upon a job at Pineland Farms, a prestigious riding academy in southern maine. (Also a therapudic riding center and a maine-grown market). I didn't expect to get the job, but working with horses has always been a dream, so I decided to apply. Imagine my shock when I got a response!

In the last 6 months I must have put in close to 100 resumes to different jobs and not gotten a single call back or interview (except from the few temp-agencies I accidently sent apps to. they are a sneaky breed). So when I got a response, followed soon after by an actual interview, I was shocked.

Then came the call I had been dreaming of. I was hired!

I can leave this job-from-hell far behind me! I gave a respectful 2 week notice... and even offered to do what I could to help in my free time. But still they treat me as garbage. The lowest rung on the employee ladder. I wouldn't mind if there was any kind of actual ladder to this job, but it appears as if all 20 of the other employees are on one rung together, and I am on a rung below them. far far below.

The more days that pass and the shove work at me, heaps and heaps of work they want done before I leave... the more I consider leaving sooner then my noticed alloted... just walking away from this job I despise.

But i try not to think about it... I try to think only about next monday... my first day at my dream job. And friday at 4pm when I can walk out those front doors and never look back... it will be all the more sweeter and satisfying if I make it the whole week... but it is not easy.

Anyway, I need to get back to work, but expect a bit more personal blogs from now on, pictures of my job at Pineland, and more about me as a person and my path through wicca, and less like a how-to-book ^_^