It’s Saturday.

Today has been at least slightly productive. I managed to craft a reply to the letter which was complaining about me feeding some animals incorrectly.

It turns out it’s not wanting to do a handover to check all the animals are present and correct is the wrong thing to do. So is tidying the house, cutting logs and wood And feeding sheep from a different section of hay.

I kid you not. Because I didn’t take him some hay from three selected bales on one bail was left at the end of the weekend this is turned into me not feeding the animals properly.

One part that really did make me laugh was apparently in the space of two days the ponies have learnt to bash the sheep away from the sheep feeding troughs.

But what makes this all the more annoying is that after I did the handover I stayed there for 45 minutes just chatting to them.

Even more annoyingly they didn’t actually register any complaints until Tuesday.

And the final annoying thing is that none of this was conveyed to me until I went to go and check my work diary and find that all of the jobs but a hug lined up, made cancellations for, planned for and been removed from the system. No email, no telephone call, nothing.

I might actually post the email that was sent to me. No being honest here the email was sent to me on Tuesday but I didn’t see it until Thursday. Being slightly pissed off and emotional I chose not to reply on Friday (self wallowing) but instead wait till today where I could craft a nonemotional response.

I sent my reply about an hour ago from writing this blog post.

I did get an email to say that I’ve been paid but nothing else. No thank you for your response, no thank you for letting us know, nothing other than I have been paid.

Not even a short but polite email to say your services are no longer required.

I was going to write what the hell is wrong with these people? Have they not heard of talking to their employees, being open or just communicating in general?

I was going to write about how preposterous it is that there is no handover procedure for the end of a pet sitting event.

I was going to write about how ridiculous it seems that someone can wait a few days to raise all of these issues and it just becomes a question of me versus them.

I was also going to write about how I have no protection and how the company is seemingly being run by emotion other than the facts.

I was going to write about home spineless it is just to delete all of my jobs without telling me.

But there is one very important point here.

They have a business and an income, I don’t. So what the hell do I know?

You see when I had my business I always believed in treating customers and employees fairly. Granted this always meant that I got shagged in the arse and always came off worse for it but at least it was a nice ethos.

No it just seems like you treat everybody who works for you like a cunt, grab all of the money you can and fuck everyone else.

What you think about it they have a brilliant business. Out of the £55 charge for a platinum stay, I get £45 of that and 30p per mile where they charge me eight at 40p per mile.

I haven’t worked out the hourly rate is because quite frankly it would scare me to do so.. Obviously you can’t expect a minimum wage for all of the hours you were there because honestly, you don’t do a lot.

You’re pretty much paid to feed the animals in the morning, in the evening and then just housesit.

The downside is that you are expected to provide all of your own food, milk, tea, bedding and so all of a sudden you are earning less than you actually think.

At least the good news is that so far all of the houses I’ve been to have had central heating and had hot running water.

I don’t upside is the mileage. Okay so the company might be skimming 10p off every model but it’s tax free meaning that every single mile I drive I’m earning.

Personally I think that I’ve been given the jobs that other people didn’t want to do.

I realise this may sound like I have some sour grapes but honestly I’m looking at this logically. Most of the jobs I’ve hard I’ve been just out of spitting distance of being able to get home.

On some jobs you may have four hours free day but when you take into account about an hour to drive home, drive back on the expenses incurred suddenly it’s not worth it. Therefore the clients are getting a platinum stay for the price of gold at huge inconvenience to me.

Finally as well Penny, the one complaining about me, said it looked like I didn’t have much experience on a small farm holding. Absolutely 100% correct. I even said this in my interview and that I was more at home with cats and dogs rather than smallholdings.

I mean for crying out loud yes, I did make a mistake with some feeding but nothing serious and I offered to replace the food that I had incorrectly mixed up.

Fact I offered several times to both the woman and the bloke whose place I stayed at I’m told not to worry about it as they have made that mistake themselves. I even reiterated to say that if you change your mind just let me know it’s not a problem. What more could I possibly do to try and make things right and sort that out?

Granted the mistake should not of been made in the first place however it doesn’t help the fact that nothing was labelled, couple that with my inexperience and you get the situation where we are right now.

Anyways, that’s the end of another adventure and losing what was possibly the easiest but most underpaid job I’ve ever had.

I had hoped to hear back about the position in Carmarthen. I’m going to guarantee that once again my location has scuppered me as it’s about a 15 minute drive from my house to the cash generators.

I am tempted to get back at them. They said they wanted a new website and I sort of have one in mind. I know I could practically killed then when it comes to Google rankings and maybe take a bit of business from them.

I’m guessing that on average they charge £12 per hour 45 minute dog walk.

If I remember correctly it’s something like eight pound for the walk and the rest is made up with mileage.

That’s clever because it does a couple of things. It stops the people who want the cheapest service on yet will complain the loudest from using them.

Also it gives a premium feel to the pricing so avoiding those types you look at the price and go that’s too cheap it can’t be any good.

I am all for charging mileage but not at 40p per mile which is the maximum you are allowed to claim by law.

I also have a potential built-in audience with one of the Facebook groups that I am a member of but I know that they also get quite a bit of work from that group.

Again leaving me to conclude that they are getting the nice easy jobs in and around the area on sending me over to the places that they don’t want to do. Well it’s their business on their prerogative to I suppose.

I don’t know what to do I know that some of this is purely a reactionary thing against them. I know not come in the morning I will probably be bored of the idea but right now I’m panicking because my money situation is not the best.

There is also the confidence issue as well. This year I went into it on a high and ever since the first week of January where I got ripped off for working for a month for free it’s been a downward spiral of epic proportion.

My confidence and enthusiasm for doing anything or any business is practically non-existent if I’m honest with myself.

Imagine if I put half as much effort into doing blog posts as I did to actually trying to create something for myself? Imagine if I could turn all of this I was pouring of emotion into something useful.

I don’t know what I have to do in my head to stop scoring up any opportunity that comes my way and stop being so goddamn lazy. Even when training for the half marathons I did barely just enough to get me through.

Anyway that concludes today’s posting. I have a distinct feeling that I’m going to get a proper email sent to me either tonight or tomorrow about the situation.
I would say I’m going for a beer but seeing as all I’ve done this week is get absolutely hammered each night perhaps that’s not the best idea.

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It’s Saturday.

They say it always comes in threes

It’s fair say that today has been a little bit of a kicker.

At the start of the week Nina is no more. There goes any dreams or ambitions of moving to Germany on starting something new and exciting.

In the small hours of last night I discovered that I had been sacked from my pet sitting in endeavours. I say discovered because nobody has written or phoned me to tell me. Instead I was left to find time to start all of my bookings for the rest of the year have been cancelled.

And then this evening I get a text message from an estate agent about a property that I was incredibly interested in to say that it’s already been sold.

In other more happier news I suppose my Apple TV has arrived but instead of doing on boxing video, joining all the traffic wagon, posting my review instead I’ve spent the whole day pretty much in bed.

The only reason I’m writing this post is because I’m out walking the last set of dogs that somebody trusts me with.

Happy Friday everybody

They say it always comes in threes

Called it

Just got wind I got sacked from a job without being told. Logged in to check a few things. Found an email sent to me on Tuesday complaining about the job I left on Saturday.

I asked to do s walk through based on what happened last time and it turns out that was the wrong thing to do.

To polish things off I’m wired and can’t sleep. That means more shit to follow. Fuck fuck and fuck.

Called it

One of those drunken blog posts.

It’s coming up to midnight on Thursday night and I don’t mind admitting that once again I might be bordering on what is called a little bit drunk. Needless to say this post is primarily going to be about the German one.

I heard from her earlier this morning saying “I have arrived safely at home, still need time to think”. I haven’t replied. Right now there seems no point. No matter what I do is going to seem like an act of desperation rather than an act of love. Friend of mine said do I have any pictures of her and the only ones I had to show him were the ones of her in her underwear. I feel like I’ve missed a trick here and perhaps should have gone just one or two self is of us together. Maybe it would have reinforced in her mind that we looked okay together? Or maybe I’m just clutching at straws?

Right now I’m making an effort with Emily which makes me feel bad. Am I making an effort with her because she’s actually a really nice girl or is it because I’m on the rebound? The problem I have is that if it came down to a choice between the two I know in a heartbeat who I would choose. The problem with that is that it would be the wrong person to choose that much is obvious, even to me.

At the back of my head however I know that she is what is known in the trade as damaged. That’s not to be derogatory towards her but yet I know that if the situation was different and her life had planned out how she would have liked it I wouldn’t even register on the radar.

This is the problem I have with myself. I never seem to be the first choice rather the choice they make after they realised that sometimes in life you have to settle for se settle there was a small chance I might have a few drinks tomorrow as Friday now to is now officially my night. What do I mean by my night? Well it’s usually a question of playing x-com over on my twitch channel and getting horrendously drunk on my own.

I miss AP.. Lots. It’s funny isn’t it. You always miss what you didn’t realise you had until its gone.

good night all

One of those drunken blog posts.

And thats that…

[14:26] Me : When you are not so tired he will have to tell me why you are mad at me, please.
[14:27] Me : * You
[14:30] Her : But i have to figure out if I am still tired then
[14:32] Me : Not quite sure I understand that last message.
[14:34] Her: I don’t think whatever it is between us it is obviously not working out
[14:35] Me : This is discussion for when you are not tired.
[14:36] Her: I am Not sure if it’s something we can discuss
[14:37] Me : i disagree. WhatApp is not a medium for chatting on.

Argh Im tried. Im going back to bed.  I’ll try and keep the posts going on the site this week but as you might imagine I feel battered.  Going for a walk and then get some sleep, no point trying to get involved in a chat right now.

And thats that…