~The Boys of Swithens Hall. Chris Kent~
I don't really know what to talk about.
Sleep has been a bit off. I have pretty much been sleeping every other night. I am not sure that it is healthy, but it just kind of keeps happening. My dreams kind of scare me a lot these days to. They all seem to revolve around one person, and they always end up with me waking up ready to scream. I was up till 9:30 this morning, not really tired. I wish I could just find my dream catcher.
I really had not planned on updating this everyday, so to all my new friends and followers, I wouldn't expect this all the time. It just seems to happen that I have time everyday to get on write to you guys. I am glad that I have new people to read about me and my life. I wish it was more.
I want to talk a little bit about the job I just quit.
In September, my friend Katie and I where driving around wasting time, as usual. While out on our little adventure, we passed our local small mall. We hadn't planned to stop, but the sign that said "COME SEE THE LIVE TIGERS" kind of caught our attention. So we parked and walked our asses in. lol. Needless to say, I fell in love with the most beautiful animals in the world. There were 4 tigers; 3 Siberian mixes named Baby Boy, Baby Girl, and Buster(I loved working with him later on) and a White Bengal Tiger named Calypso, 2 African Lions named Peanut Butter and Jelly, an Olive Baboon named Ruthy, and an Australian Red Kangaroo named Pinky. And we payed to play with one.
Baby Girl. She slept the whole time so we got some great pics of us kissing her and laying down with her. I believe she was 5 or 6 weeks old at the time. Now, we had paid for 8 minutes, but we were in with her for 15 minutes. The trainer was Danny. Remember that name.
I made Katie drive me back almost everyday just to see these babies, and to say hello to someone.
On saturday, we decided to play again, payed the 25 dollars, and went in with Buster. A little background on this one: He was about born premature by 3 weeks, and the only one of his litter to survive. He was only a week younger than Baby Girl and Baby Boy, but only about half their size. He was a miracle, and we got to play with him.( I just realized how much I miss him) Danny was our trainer again. What luck. lol. During the time we were in there, we got to talking about working with them, and that was the moment I decided this is what I wanted to do for the rest of my life.
A magic show also traveled with the animals to help bring in business. So that night we decided to see the show. I have to say this is one of the best shows I have seen, and can not wait to see the show on their next tour. Unfortunately we had left early from the show so that I could go back and watch the babies. I was in awe of them. Who could blame me?
Now, so far, I have failed to mention that I noticed the help wanted sign. I noticed it the first day we were there, and I was curious. So naturally, I grew some balls, walked up to the register(run by Barbara) and ask for an application. It was one page, and the biggest question on there was "Are you willing to relocate?"
From there it goes like this:
- Turn app in
- Talk to Vicky
- Talk to Joe
- Am I able to leave immediately?
- Be ready tomorrow!
- Run home
- Tell my parents I am leaving
- Get to the mall the next day
Now I know that seems kind of crazy, but if I had said I could not be ready, I feared I would miss out on the grandest opportunity of my life. Plus, what was holding me back?
I traveled the country with these animals for 3 months, and in that time I became very attached to all of these animals. But one in particular I claim as my own.
Now, Ed had a major Identity Crisis. We are 100% sure he thought he was a lion, for the sole reason he was very possessive. What I mean is when he bit onto something, he would not let go. No big deal, just a little different for tigers. He knew who was boss(me) and he listened well. Only a few people knew him as well as I did, and he has left a huge impression on me. In fact his portrait is my next tattoo.
I recently quit this amazing opportunity for personal reasons, but I plan on going back some day.
You will be hearing a lot about the time I spent there on this blog, and the people, animals, and experiences I encountered.