Retrograde

The monster of Mercury going retrograde has begun. Actually, it began earlier this week with some bullshit reunions at work. Who trounced up the stairs but....BAG O'ROCKS HIMSELF. I feigned interest as he swooped in for a "hug." I cringed slightly, only to watch him hover over Pinochet. He saw pictures of the spawn and the most horrible (and inappropriate) phrase tumbled out of Sad Sack's mouth and with a straight face, "He leaves and she gets pregnant."

OUT. FUCKING. RAGEOUS. Wick would've had his head for uttering that behind closed doors let alone an open floor.

This is the same person who wrote me up for sending info the field he dubbed as "inappropriate" yet contained factual information about work and my real name. Yet suggesting someone's former supervisor knocked up an underling is not? Oh, I forgot. Pinochet doesn't understand the intricacies of language since it isn't its native tongue, so the joke wouldn't be offensive. Also, it wasn't public. It also wasn't aimed at me, plus Pinochet's obedient. I'd have the ACLU crammed up his ass if he hurled that one at me. I laughed out loud at the thought of bringing this up to HR. Cynicism abounds.

That's retrograde for ya: it brings back people you thought were gone. What was so funny was as Sir Bags rolled in for the "hug", he failed to notice I was filling out a job application for Time Warner. The interview went well.

This week went well. I saw Wenner Media (home of Rolling Stone magazine), the School of Visual Arts, Time Warner Cable, and two PR places. I'm lining 'em up like Rockettes. It's fabulous.

My evenings after my hellish days o'work consist of meditation, hot baths filled with lemon and salt (removes negativity) and reading books about metaphysics, Romany magic, Druids, Celtic invocations and various Catholic saints. My earthly plane is muddy and ugly, yet my spiritual life continues to grow. I replenish my armor and know that I am not the only person who's had difficulty and selfishly cruel bastards blocking my path. Evil is alive and well. Even more obvious that we're near Halloween. It gives them strength. Little do they know good spirits are among the dead, too.

Tonight I have a Halloween party where I will wield my magical cards. I love doing this and they're paying me, too. Nice.

Pardon me, I need to get ready.

hee hee

Woo Hahhhh

Wenner Media. Nice place. Big blown-up shots of famous Rolling Stone covers everywhere. Old location, near Radio City. Happy happy Joy joy!!!

I've got interviews lined up like Rockettes.

Tomorrow: PR spot thru Agency. Yeah, I know. But the woman bugged me. She wants to make a buck, and I want the job.

Wednesday: Time Warner Cable at 59th St. Perks include free cable, tuition reimbursement, and the Triple Play: digital phone, cable, and internet. FREE, I tell you. That's better than free coffee and pastries any day.

Thursday: Rockefeller Group. Massive real-estate magnate. They built half the architecture I adore in this city, the first notable being my beloved ice rink under Prometheus. I scored bonus points for telling them 1) I worked there; and 2) I'm a native New Yorker. Good stuff!

Friday: Possible round two with Wenner. The guy traveling gets back on Wednesday.

Next Monday and Tuesday are open. Wednesday is an ergonomic place. I thought of how much I hate my chair, told them so, they laughed and said, "We like humor. You sound funny. Would you like to come in?" Aw, shucks. I'll come in.

I'LL DO ANYTHING TO GET OUTTA HERE, so, ahem. Yes, I'll come in.

So that's my end of it. Plus it's cool out, I've officially shut off the a/c, my heat is up, I did my laundry, and I'm adjusting to two cats. I'm taking the Zen Kitten Approach: the right cat will be waiting at the right time for me to squoosh him/her. And if Dexter doesn't like it, I'll swat him with my right hand. Brat boy.

Stay posted! Things are heating up...

The Thrill of the Hunt

Oh, the job hunt's heating up. Ask and you shall receive.

Given my love of astrological omens, I followed this past eclipse and full moon with fervent splendor. And today, I said, "I MUST BLOG!!!" So here I am.

A wunderkind named Ms. Brick (yes, that's the real name) basically led me to all I believe in: karma, confluence, convergence. Another piece of the puzzle. She found me on monster. Told me I was funny, was direct, honest, and we laughed in her office for over an hour. Yes, I had to dive onto the hood of a cab to get back to 10th Avenue, but it was worth it. She's got friends in Conde Nast, and understands the meaning of "passion." She took one look at me and said, "Why would any of these agencies want you for finance? Creative people--dancers, actors, singers--are ten times smarter than those that push other people's money around. I won't waste your time."

Now that I like to hear!

So, I've basically got one interview after the other lined up. Yesterday I saw Hearst, I'm waiting on Wolff-Olins, next week on Wednesday is the Rockefeller Group. Whatever the hell it is, I'll take it just to get out. It's going to happen. I can feel it. Playbill chose someone else, but it rolled off my back. I've got too many things to plan, too much going on. It's all good. I feel ready.

My tarot readings are going well, too. I've booked a Halloween party and a private reading next weekend. That, in addition to my eBay stuff, and I've got money coming in.

I'm back, despite my fibromyalgia kicking my back and legs into stiff hell. I'm not letting it stop me.

Plus, I'm still cat-hunting. I'm either getting another tabby or another black cat. Dexter needs a friend. He's taken to the late Ms. Muffins's bed, so at least it's getting used.

October is always a weird month...everything either falls apart or comes together. I think "together" is where I'm at.

Joe, Barbaro, and Beautiful

Well, little signs are greeting me that things are getting better. At least, that's the way I'd like to see it. Why should I sit here, on this rainy miserable day, and rehash the same ole same ole?

Joe Torre isn't getting fired by Steinbrenner. Barbaro the horse continues to improve, although his hoof is growing very slowly and he's still confined to his stall. As for Beautiful, well that's a funny story.

I dreamed of a cat sitting near a stained glass window. It's a recurring dream. Today, on my way to yet another employment agency, I passed St. Agnes's church. There was a stained glass window. And there sat...Beautiful. The white and black cat. I stopped into the rectory. Beautiful was perched in his wicker basket. Given how difficult things have been lately (not just me, either), I could't resist. An Indian woman told me about the rectory cat. I asked about a St. Michael's candle. They didn't have any. But, I felt Beautiful. No pun intended. A moment of peace.

Little stirrings of hope. I can't do anything but that.

My friend's cell phone isn't working. Another co-worker is about to get fired, and one did last week. My ceiling is starting to chip and crumble again. My mother's golf cart is on the fritz. It's raining out.

But today, I felt Beautiful. That's got to mean something.

(and if it doesn't, it made me smile.)

71

Well, that's how old my dad would have been. In tribute, I'm blasting Billie Holiday in his honor. Given some recent ugly events at my place of employment, I think of him and his wit, his sarcasm, his sharpness and sometimes evil sense of humor. It suits me well at the moment. I thought of him all day today.

True, we had our difficulties, and yes, he went from the angry young man to the vengeful old teetotaler, but he did have principles. "Bullshit is just that. No two ways about it." I can hear his voice as if it were right next to me.

"What kind of 'stupid' are you?" That's another fave.

"I'm asking you a CIVIL question." Point taken.

"Gimme a friggin' break. Do I have the word "asshole" stamped to my forehead?" That one is quite fitting at the moment.

He's probably knocking back a few with pages of Baudelaire or Hemingway in front of him. The spine of the book is probably scotch-taped and dog-eared.

I expect nothing less. Neither did he, and that's probably why I feel so strong right now. What's right is right. Can't fool me on that one...