Drama and Exhaustion
We got back from the RRTP a little past eleven on Sunday night. By the time I got the horses unloaded, grabbed a quick meal and got ready for bed it was approaching midnight. I was completely exhausted, but managed somehow to not fall asleep for more than half an hour at a time. I kept waking up, agitated almost to the point of tears because…
We have a new working student.
I mentioned her in my last post and promised details. Her name is Kayla, and she is incredibly odd. Now, I’m not usually one to judge. My general outlook on life is something akin to the “you do you” phrase that’s been floating around lately. There are times, however, when you can’t do you because it’s just not appropriate.
Kayla has been a definite challenge to figure out. I usually love figuring out new people. It’s a fascinating game and I always learn from it, usually things about myself. But Kayla…she’s not fun. At first she just seemed overwhelmed. She was quiet when we picked her up from the airport and slow when she started working. After four days of working here, she had not gotten faster and was still making the same mistakes. Whatever, I thought, people learn at different speeds. She’s odd and slow, but she’ll learn. Not horrible characteristics, just not ones I’m used to.
Boy, was I wrong. She wasn’t just slowly going about her daily routine, happy to be a working student. On Thursday night, she sent Jess a Facebook message complaining about everything Riley and I forced her to do, as well as everything we wouldn’t let her do. Until that point, she had barely said a word to any of us, so we figured that she was just a bit awkward. For a quiet, awkward girl she sure knew how to stir up drama.
The complaining wasn’t what bothered me. People complain. I’m definitely guilty of it. What bothered me was how calculating she was about her complaints. She wouldn’t talk to any of us in person, and yet she felt comfortable messaging Jess a whole list of offenses that Riley and I had apparently committed and then had the balls to comment on every solution Jess tried to present.
Suffice to say, the girl gets on my nerves. I have many more complaints about her, but you really don’t want to read about them.