Back in action!

Why hello!
It's been a while now, yeah? :-/
So much happened and all so quickly, and I'm so excited to start writing again. Let me start to recap on what has happened in the last month. As you know, there was quite a bit of drama on the farm. Frank almost kicked me out, changed his mind, had a nasty egg-white orgy with himself, made up a new rule to test our slave-worthiness, and that's where I left off.

In time, the drama with Frank eventually subsided. But first, in another attempt to "test" me, he threatened to take away my bed. He tried to pass it off as a logical request as follows: a new volunteer, some guy from Switzerland, was coming. Since he could very well weigh more than me, it made more sense for him to take the thickest mattress. So I asked, 'is he really large??' and Frank answered, 'well I guess we can weigh him when he gets here.' I suggested we wait and see. Then the joke, or at least the totally fun image in my head, was making the Swiss guy into a giant Pillsbury Doughboy, trudging through the farm, barely squeezing through the doorway into the cabin and then crushing his bed. Again, if I could draw better, this would be a cartoon. As it turns out, Swiss guy came just after another couple arrived, and there turned out to be no room at all for him. This is after he got mugged at the airport, poor guy. Frank took him to a friend's resort the next day where he could stay and volunteer. The ironic part was that he was actually really small and frail. So it worked out. Lucky little Swiss guy gets to stay somewhere far better, and I get to keep my bed:)

The next day I had a follow-up conversation with Frank. I told him I was willing to be more cooperative, but that I wasn't willing to be mistreated (ie, bed threats and slavery). He essentially agreed to stop picking on me, and there were no major weird or note-worthy incidents after that. He also revoked the new rule. Unfortunately, oh-so-unfortunately, more drama ensued on the farm, but this time amongst the volunteers. Ugh, I'm feeling reluctant to relive it right now, so I'll just recap it super briefly by saying that the couple, Carol and Allen, berated me one night for what they thought might be an affair between me and Angel. Ha. Ha. Ha. Actually, I shouldn't laugh. Though the idea is funny, the incident was absolutely horrible. It was a perfectly pleasant Friday night and they ruined it by yelling at me, in front of everyone and totally out of the blue, making a boatload of assumptions about me and Angel because he flirts with me. I just sat there in shock, not knowing whether or not they were really drunk or totally crazy, and eventually brought myself to say something like, 'I'm sorry, but I can't communicate like this. If you want to have a regular conversation in a regular tone of voice, I'll listen to what you have to say.' Well, that never happened, and we hardly talked from that point on.

Luckily, I had plans to leave the farm anyway. Hallelujah, no more farm drama!
(enter ex-boyfriend's love letter...I'll save that for a future blog)