Scorpio for this week:
The entrance to my local post office is an odd set of double doors. One of the doors is of normal width, but the other is bizarrely narrow, like something out of Alice in Wonderland. The only way I can use it is to turn sideways and squeeze through it. I believe this is an apt symbol for the metaphorical door you will have to negotiate in the coming week, Scorpio. As you approach it, you may feel bothered by its illogical and inconvenient construction. You may even be inclined to take it personally, as if it were an affront to your dignity. Avoid those reactions. Just turn sideways and squeeze through as best as you can, suppressing the urge to bitch and complain. That will prepare you perfectly for the weird but good luck that awaits you on the other side.
Gee, how right. Though, ditching assumptions out of my head and not taking things personally is a massive goal for me. I try to temper it with a good dose of cynicism, but it doesn’t always work.
In other news, I’ve decided what I’m going to do with my hair. Fuschia, with black streaks. In attempting to be somewhat useful today, I went shopping. I’m starting to hate Vicki. I have $100 to spend, and nothing fit. Not to mention I was mauled by 6 sales people, one of them twice. Seriously, if anyone has the inkling to start making lingerie, to Vicki’s standard of sexiness, for small breasted women – I’ll convert. I guess I’ll have to hit her website, thankfully I can use the card there. I did find one bodice I liked, but I didn’t have the $98 to cover the rest, and they didn’t have a smaller one. I also found an Anthropologie in that mall, which is nice. Means I don’t have to drive over to the Nuovo Riche area and pay extra for location.
And, in two weeks, I’ll be able to afford registration for my conference in Philly. The BossMan has a new position for me, which will pay nicely, and I’ll be able to afford a couple other weekend trips. One of them will be up to meet up with the Evil Twin in Chicago, the other will be later in the year to somewhere cold. Where I’ll go in-between, ya got me. If anyone has any ideas, or just wants to head off somewhere with me, just let me know. This next year is my year of the Vagabond (with restrictions based on work availability). Depending on how well this job works out….moonbird, we’re going to Italy. Both poles of the country.