My favorite astrology sensei slash Tarot Card reader slash star master Michelle Patente predicted that its not going to be a good month for me.
“Oh, you’re having someone tarot-read you now?”
“Well… cards never hurt?”
Michelle is a 69 year old woman living in Georgia who I keep on close correspondence with. I love that woman. She takes pills for her vagina so that it will be healthy. (laughs) Besides, she doesn’t charge for her readings anyway. Normally, a week before the month ends, this is likely going to happen:
1. Hair, skin and everything else breaks.
2. Do not look at my fingernails.
3. My room is tornado-stricken.
4. Don’t mind me spacing out sometimes.
5. All kinds of paperwork are lodged inside my planner, my bag, my wallet and even my makeup bag.
6. …which reminds me, my makeup hues do not match anymore.
7. My eye cream suffers.
8. I’m getting all these unwanted, unknown, fugly dots and blemishes and bumps on my cheeks.
9. I lose contact with my family and friends and my dad sometimes leaves text messages like, “Do you want to go home?,” or, “Are you resigning?”
10. My last song syndrome is “…spending my time… watching the dayyss goo byyy…”
11. Friends text me “I miss you” quotes more than jokes.
12. There are coasters, glasses, for short, garbage all over the table where my computer’s at.
13. What diet?
Because of quota. Because of keeping up with monthly sales. Because of performance. Because.
I can only say one thing about this, my job is a race. EXCITING. Exhilarating. Frustrating and depressing. This is going to be gay, but I love it and I couldn’t imagine leaving this place yet. My friend Jesse pointed out that if you keep on getting tired at some job that you are in then it doesn’t make your new job any different because in time, you will tire of it, too, so might as well love this job and get tired of it at the same time. I hate to disclose it like that but I do. I. love. This. Publishing. Nuthouse.
Month after month I go through the entire process like its already a system that I cannot live without unless someone’s pulls the plug and the drain goes down – I call that the month’s end.
My favorite people are also leaving, too. So much for investing in friendships that will only be as good as the month when their resignation will take effect. But yes, friendships form when there is an effort to cultivate it. By the way, Erdman I will miss you like crazy. =)