We all have at one time worked minimum wage jobs when we were teenagers. Minimum wage jobs are something you do when you’re in high school … maybe college, and in less common ways in graduate school. Then you move on and do something more productive. There is nothing I find more self satisfying than seeing the 32 year old pizza guy delivering pizza to my house. I just absolutely love it! In this country, everybody has at least the opportunity to go to a community college, and it isn’t that difficult to go to a state university, if you choose to do that. So anybody who is 32 and is asking me if I want paper or plastic … At one time we drank milk from our mommy’s baba, but eventually you put the baba down and drink from a cup. If somebody is 32 and still drinking out of a baba, then you got a problem. People get mad at me when I bag on those who work low run jobs. Have I worked at a Carvel Ice Cream store? Yes I have. Was I a telephone solicitor and did I sell bottom of the barrel stuff? Yes I have. Did I work as a cashier at a grocery store as I was a kid going to college? Yes I did. Did I deliver newspapers? Yes I did. Did I sell advertising in lousy community newspapers over the telephone and make minimum conditions. Yes, but I did these things while I was working my way towards something better. I am not coming over to wax your car today. I don’t do detailing. I’m not coming over to your place to deliver pizza. I’m not going to bring groceries to your car. Ok.

Here’s a rewarding career. Here’s someone who knocked up his girl friend, and you know who I’m talking about. The guy who stands at the exit at Costco with the yellow high lighting pen. And he looks … of course you got 6 worth of stuff in the cart … and he gives this cursory glace to your cart … you can’t see everything that’s in the cart. Then he takes that yellow marker and runs it through the receipt, so you can’t try going through the exist again. That’s very rewarding work. *sarcasim* I just want to know the name of your bastard child and where the mother lives. When I see that guy, I’m sorry, but I can’t help thinking about that.

Ya know, when I’m in a fast food joint and I’m deciding whether I want pastrami on my burger or cheese steak. I’m sorry, but I can’t help thinking, "what time does the baby sitter have to go home tonight?" I’m sorry, but I can’t help thinking it.

When I go in for a .99 oil change, and there you are draining all the transmission fluid out of my car. I’m sorry, but I can’t help thinking, "does this place actually have a retirement plan?"It’s just the way it is.

Ya know, we all start at ground zero. Most of us start with very little. Some of us with nothing. We all have the same public school systems. And we have community colleges. We have state universities. We have opportunities to do things with our lives. We also have the opportunities to use condoms, to not have sex with trailer trash that’s gonna get knocked up. We have opportunites. We have decisions to make during our lives. Yes I think it’s perfectly fantastic when you’re a senior in high school and working as a cashier at Costco. I think that’s great. When you’re 16, 17, or 18 … that’s great. But when I read these stories in the newspaper about people working at Albertsons the supermarket, talking about going on strike, and you got interviews with 38 year old people who are cashiers … I’m laughing my butt off at you. I’m laughing my butt off. I’m sorry, I know it’s politically incorrect to say this, because you’re suppose to say that everyone is equal, everything is beautiful in it’s own way, you’re suppose to say these things, right? And every job is good and great to have hard working Americans … that’s what you’re suppose to say. But the reality is that some of you guys just decided to ride bear back when you were 16 and now you’re stuck going on strike at Albertsons or where ever you’re going on strike. You kidding me?

I’m 16 years old and I turn 17 in 2 months. I dropped out of high school this last fall (i was only in 9th grade) because of social anxiety. My anxiety is still going away but I still have problems with negative thinking a little and over analyzing things way too much. This fall i’m going to go to adult ed to study and get my GED. I was thinking about getting a full time job at a grocery store pushing carts in or working stocking shelfs until I get my GED. You know, just so I can save up some money so when I turn 18, I can buy my own car or just help my parents out. They arent exactly rich and are on social security.

My problem is about getting a job is that, I worry about "how do I clock in and clock out, in winter, where do I put my jacket at working in the winter, should i really get this job, what I get bored pushing carts all day." I worry about everything possible about a job. Its all the little details too that I pay attention too! It drives me crazy!
I don’t think its OCD. I have completely no life experiences and have NEVER had a job before. I realize that people get jobs to support themselves.

After I get my GED, I plan on going to college and taking up a automotive course, probably either Automotive Technology or collision repair since I love cars and love messing around with them. I’m a very smart person, I just dropped out of school so soon and i’m so young with no experience. I worry about "if I got this job, how would I interact with other people" and "will people make fun of me being so young and working full time doing a sucky job?" all that it drives me crazy. My parents say i’m way too smart for my age and way too mature. Even people think I look 19 years old.
Basically i’m so confused. I cant even distract my mind from this. I constantly am thinking about getting a full time job. I really want a car when I turn 18. If I dont get a job soon, I’ll probably be relying on my parents to drive me around or me using their car. I worry about every little single thing! Like I said, I plan on working and saving up money and buying a car so when I turn 18 I can get my permit and also have a car. I would probably have my GED by then if I really study and put my mind to it. Then hopefully be in college before I turn 19.
How can I stop this? Is work like a big thing people make it out to be? Or once you start a job, is like it like a normal task for you and it doesnt seem important that your making money?

People always talk about working and jobs. Even at school they constantly talked about working and jobs. It seems like their hyping it up so much. I know people that work and dont even think nothing of it.

I am going to start training my horse to drive. My dad is going to get me a harness for christmas. I am going to get a horse size e harness to fit both of my horses(one is 14.2 the other is 15.1), both of them are QH. The shorter one is rather buff so I know the harness will fit him as well as the other.
My dad is going to build my cart since they are rather expensive and I don’t know of any Amish cart makers or buggy builders near me.Trust me google is my best friend on this subject. I know the cart has to be balanced and so there wont be any pressure points. Both of the horses that will pull this cart are 60" from the center of the chest to the end of there HindQuarters and 52" from the point of the shoulder to the end of the Hindquarters. How long Should the shafts be? I know I am going to build the cart like an easy entry two wheeled cart. How big should the wheels be? I know the set is going to be roughly 42" long, how much farther should the frame of the cart be? 50" to be safe? This is the cart I am going to use as my model: http://www.statelinetack.com/item/tough-1-easy-entry-driving-cart/BOC74/
Should I just follow the seat size, tire size, and shaft length listed?
and this is the harness I am getting: http://www.statelinetack.com/item/tough-1-basic-nylon-driving-harness/BOT74/
Should I also get a sheep skin girth cover to put on the chest strap so it wont rub?
Oh and in case you want to know this is just for pleasure driving! I will be going to college in a few years and I want my horse to be able to do something my parents can do. I ride him for Hunters, as well as barrels, and working cattle. I also trail ride but that would not be something that my parents would do to keep them in shape. These fellas were not trained to be pasture ornaments and they won’t be until I retire them and then they can roam around a lush pasture for the rest of their Senior days!
Also One other thing, when I try to lunge my younger gelding he freaks out and takes off as soon as i try to send him out on the line. He used to do just as I pleased. I thought maybe he was scared of the whip so I didn’t use it today. But when I twirled the end of the lunge line to get him to move he freaked out, reared and bolted across the field (yes its fenced in, more like an unplowed arena), tearing the lunge line out of my hands,(Something he has started to do when he freaks) luckily I know not to wrap the lunge line or any rope attached to a horse or pony around my hands. But I still have some nasty rope burns on my hand. What can be causing this? I don’t abuse him or beat him. The only time the whip every touches him is when I am turning him and that’s because He hasn’t learned to turn on cue so I have to Whoa him and as soon as he stops he turns toward me then I tap him on the shoulder until he turns to the other direction. He is 4 could it jut be that since its colder he has extra energy and he is trying to vent it? PS I now have gloves to wear when I lunge so No more rope burns!

We all have at one time worked minimum wage jobs when we were teenagers. Minimum wage jobs are something you do when you’re in high school … maybe college, and in less common ways in graduate school. Then you move on and do something more productive. There is nothing I find more self satisfying than seeing the 32 year old pizza guy delivering pizza to my house. I just absolutely love it! In this country, everybody has at least the opportunity to go to a community college, and it isn’t that difficult to go to a state university, if you choose to do that. So anybody who is 32 and is asking me if I want paper or plastic … At one time we drank milk from our mommy’s baba, but eventually you put the baba down and drink from a cup. If somebody is 32 and still drinking out of a baba, then you got a problem. People get mad at me when I bag on those who work low run jobs. Have I worked at a Carvel Ice Cream store? Yes I have. Was I a telephone solicitor and did I sell bottom of the barrel stuff? Yes I have. Did I work as a cashier at a grocery store as I was a kid going to college? Yes I did. Did I deliver newspapers? Yes I did. Did I sell advertising in lousy community newspapers over the telephone and make minimum conditions. Yes, but I did these things while I was working my way towards something better. I am not coming over to wax your car today. I don’t do detailing. I’m not coming over to your place to deliver pizza. I’m not going to bring groceries to your car. Ok.

Here’s a rewarding career. Here’s someone who knocked up his girl friend, and you know who I’m talking about. The guy who stands at the exit at Costco with the yellow high lighting pen. And he looks … of course you got 6 worth of stuff in the cart … and he gives this cursory glace to your cart … you can’t see everything that’s in the cart. Then he takes that yellow marker and runs it through the receipt, so you can’t try going through the exist again. That’s very rewarding work. *sarcasim* I just want to know the name of your bastard child and where the mother lives. When I see that guy, I’m sorry, but I can’t help thinking about that.

Ya know, when I’m in a fast food joint and I’m deciding whether I want pastrami on my burger or cheese steak. I’m sorry, but I can’t help thinking, "what time does the baby sitter have to go home tonight?" I’m sorry, but I can’t help thinking it.

When I go in for a .99 oil change, and there you are draining all the transmission fluid out of my car. I’m sorry, but I can’t help thinking, "does this place actually have a retirement plan?"It’s just the way it is.

Ya know, we all start at ground zero. Most of us start with very little. Some of us with nothing. We all have the same public school systems. And we have community colleges. We have state universities. We have opportunities to do things with our lives. We also have the opportunities to use condoms, to not have sex with trailer trash that’s gonna get knocked up. We have opportunites. We have decisions to make during our lives. Yes I think it’s perfectly fantastic when you’re a senior in high school and working as a cashier at Costco. I think that’s great. When you’re 16, 17, or 18 … that’s great. But when I read these stories in the newspaper about people working at Albertsons the supermarket, talking about going on strike, and you got interviews with 38 year old people who are cashiers … I’m laughing my butt off at you. I’m laughing my butt off. I’m sorry, I know it’s politically incorrect to say this, because you’re suppose to say that everyone is equal, everything is beautiful in it’s own way, you’re suppose to say these things, right? And every job is good and great to have hard working Americans … that’s what you’re suppose to say. But the reality is that some of you guys just decided to ride bear back when you were 16 and now you’re stuck going on strike at Albertsons or where ever you’re going on strike. You kidding me?

I attended my first show this weekend! yay! it was a B show and i was helping a barn friend show her warmblood independently. besides possibly breaking my foot, it was really fun! the whole atmosphere was so crazy and fun with dogs, horses, kids, golf carts, ribbons, food, early mornings, etc…

I’ve realized that i would really love to do this!!! ive been riding for about 9 yrs and started taking jumping lessons with this girl at my barn a while ago. she’s going to college when summer ends, so ive been trying to find a good h/j barn that i could start training and showing with. though so far ive been unsuccessful in my search… but i will continue!

so, my question: what are some show experiences you can share??? the good, the bad, the horses, the barn, the competition, any really helpful showing tips, etc. ??? i would love to hear any showing stuff you want to share.
THANK YOU!
p.s. yahoo topic suggestion fail: travel>las vegas hahahaha

We all have at one time worked minimum wage jobs when we were teenagers. Minimum wage jobs are something you do when you’re in high school … maybe college, and in less common ways in graduate school. Then you move on and do something more productive. There is nothing I find more self satisfying than seeing the 32 year old pizza guy delivering pizza to my house. I just absolutely love it! In this country, everybody has at least the opportunity to go to a community college, and it isn’t that difficult to go to a state university, if you choose to do that. So anybody who is 32 and is asking me if I want paper or plastic … At one time we drank milk from our mommy’s baba, but eventually you put the baba down and drink from a cup. If somebody is 32 and still drinking out of a baba, then you got a problem. People get mad at me when I bag on those who work low run jobs. Have I worked at a Carvel Ice Cream store? Yes I have. Was I a telephone solicitor and did I sell bottom of the barrel stuff? Yes I have. Did I work as a cashier at a grocery store as I was a kid going to college? Yes I did. Did I deliver newspapers? Yes I did. Did I sell advertising in lousy community newspapers over the telephone and make minimum conditions. Yes, but I did these things while I was working my way towards something better. I am not coming over to wax your car today. I don’t do detailing. I’m not coming over to your place to deliver pizza. I’m not going to bring groceries to your car. Ok.

Here’s a rewarding career. Here’s someone who knocked up his girl friend, and you know who I’m talking about. The guy who stands at the exit at Costco with the yellow high lighting pen. And he looks … of course you got 6 worth of stuff in the cart … and he gives this cursory glace to your cart … you can’t see everything that’s in the cart. Then he takes that yellow marker and runs it through the receipt, so you can’t try going through the exist again. That’s very rewarding work. *sarcasim* I just want to know the name of your bastard child and where the mother lives. When I see that guy, I’m sorry, but I can’t help thinking about that.

Ya know, when I’m in a fast food joint and I’m deciding whether I want pastrami on my burger or cheese steak. I’m sorry, but I can’t help thinking, "what time does the baby sitter have to go home tonight?" I’m sorry, but I can’t help thinking it.

When I go in for a .99 oil change, and there you are draining all the transmission fluid out of my car. I’m sorry, but I can’t help thinking, "does this place actually have a retirement plan?"It’s just the way it is.

Ya know, we all start at ground zero. Most of us start with very little. Some of us with nothing. We all have the same public school systems. And we have community colleges. We have state universities. We have opportunities to do things with our lives. We also have the opportunities to use condoms, to not have sex with trailer trash that’s gonna get knocked up. We have opportunites. We have decisions to make during our lives. Yes I think it’s perfectly fantastic when you’re a senior in high school and working as a cashier at Costco. I think that’s great. When you’re 16, 17, or 18 … that’s great. But when I read these stories in the newspaper about people working at Albertsons the supermarket, talking about going on strike, and you got interviews with 38 year old people who are cashiers … I’m laughing my butt off at you. I’m laughing my butt off. I’m sorry, I know it’s politically incorrect to say this, because you’re suppose to say that everyone is equal, everything is beautiful in it’s own way, you’re suppose to say these things, right? And every job is good and great to have hard working Americans … that’s what you’re suppose to say. But the reality is that some of you guys just decided to ride bear back when you were 16 and now you’re stuck going on strike at Albertsons or where ever you’re going on strike. You kidding me?

We all have at one time worked minimum wage jobs when we were teenagers. Minimum wage jobs are something you do when you’re in high school … maybe college, and in less common ways in graduate school. Then you move on and do something more productive. There is nothing I find more self satisfying than seeing the 32 year old pizza guy delivering pizza to my house. I just absolutely love it! In this country, everybody has at least the opportunity to go to a community college, and it isn’t that difficult to go to a state university, if you choose to do that. So anybody who is 32 and is asking me if I want paper or plastic … At one time we drank milk from our mommy’s baba, but eventually you put the baba down and drink from a cup. If somebody is 32 and still drinking out of a baba, then you got a problem. People get mad at me when I bag on those who work low run jobs. Have I worked at a Carvel Ice Cream store? Yes I have. Was I a telephone solicitor and did I sell bottom of the barrel stuff? Yes I have. Did I work as a cashier at a grocery store as I was a kid going to college? Yes I did. Did I deliver newspapers? Yes I did. Did I sell advertising in lousy community newspapers over the telephone and make minimum conditions. Yes, but I did these things while I was working my way towards something better. I am not coming over to wax your car today. I don’t do detailing. I’m not coming over to your place to deliver pizza. I’m not going to bring groceries to your car. Ok.

Here’s a rewarding career. Here’s someone who knocked up his girl friend, and you know who I’m talking about. The guy who stands at the exit at Costco with the yellow high lighting pen. And he looks … of course you got 6 worth of stuff in the cart … and he gives this cursory glace to your cart … you can’t see everything that’s in the cart. Then he takes that yellow marker and runs it through the receipt, so you can’t try going through the exist again. That’s very rewarding work. *sarcasim* I just want to know the name of your bastard child and where the mother lives. When I see that guy, I’m sorry, but I can’t help thinking about that.

Ya know, when I’m in a fast food joint and I’m deciding whether I want pastrami on my burger or cheese steak. I’m sorry, but I can’t help thinking, "what time does the baby sitter have to go home tonight?" I’m sorry, but I can’t help thinking it.

When I go in for a .99 oil change, and there you are draining all the transmission fluid out of my car. I’m sorry, but I can’t help thinking, "does this place actually have a retirement plan?"It’s just the way it is.

Ya know, we all start at ground zero. Most of us start with very little. Some of us with nothing. We all have the same public school systems. And we have community colleges. We have state universities. We have opportunities to do things with our lives. We also have the opportunities to use condoms, to not have sex with trailer trash that’s gonna get knocked up. We have opportunites. We have decisions to make during our lives. Yes I think it’s perfectly fantastic when you’re a senior in high school and working as a cashier at Costco. I think that’s great. When you’re 16, 17, or 18 … that’s great. But when I read these stories in the newspaper about people working at Albertsons the supermarket, talking about going on strike, and you got interviews with 38 year old people who are cashiers … I’m laughing my butt off at you. I’m laughing my butt off. I’m sorry, I know it’s politically incorrect to say this, because you’re suppose to say that everyone is equal, everything is beautiful in it’s own way, you’re suppose to say these things, right? And every job is good and great to have hard working Americans … that’s what you’re suppose to say. But the reality is that some of you guys just decided to ride bear back when you were 16 and now you’re stuck going on strike at Albertsons or where ever you’re going on strike. You kidding me?