2014 is shaping up to be an ... interesting ... year. Thanks to the Endless Winter, Apria had her neck fiber chewed off (it's now growing back, thank goodness), one of my hens is getting her front neck feathers picked (first time ever), I have a hen in sick bay with respiratory problems (ditto on the firsts), my budget is so tight you can see its undie lines (not, unfortunately, a first), my job has done a 180.
I was lying in bed doing my Buck Up Mantra: Onedoorclosesonedooropens. Rinse. Repeat. If that doesn't work, I use the old stand-by: What doesn't kill you, makes you stronger. I'm not buying either at the moment. Give me time. My Pollyanna always kicks in.
After 20 years of service, my co-worker is getting the boot. The reason? Management's new policy - TEAM WORK (which, not surprisingly, only is being applied to the support staff) dictates that each secretary covers 5 senior staff. Never mind that there are/were only two of us here doing soup to nuts. Since when does One constitute a team, I ask you? Yes, the entire office (small though it is) is now going to be supported by the team of me. Our office is an anomaly - a speck, a far-flung outpost of a giant company with tentacles reaching as far as Belgium and South Korea. It makes absolutely no sense. Not to mention what a catastrophe it is for my co-worker - she is the main breadwinner, has a daughter graduating from high school and going to college, and has a developmentally challenged child. It's one thing to be let go because of financial problems (all they do is make money) or pilfering or other bad behavior (she is honest as the day is long). But this is a low blow. And it is going to turn my life upside down - different (longer) hours, tons more work. At the same time, I feel for our HR person; a very sweet, nice woman; who has to deliver the news.
Thank you for listening.
I have one of my Ameracaunas in sick bay (aka the laundry room), where I have been keeping her quiet and dosing her orally once a day with Tylan 50. I am hoping I caught whatever she has early enough - there hadn't been any sign of a problem until yesterday morning, as far as I know. Catching and dosing the loonie tune took most of my precious morning chore time. She is the hysterical type, which makes getting hold of her and squirting the meds down her gullet an adventure every day.
I am at a loss as to what to do to keep the hens occupied - other than with feather picking. They have light and heat. They have fresh stuff to pick through most mornings. They have the occasional flake of hay to scratch through. I shovel paths and a playing field. I guess all we can hope for is an eventual (please make it soon) end to the endless winter. Since the temperature this morning was in the negative, I take it that the end is NOT in sight.