OK, so maybe it's blasphemy, but I do love when my tarot hits a home run. I'm going to tell the boss that I need some leave of absence. It will hit hard in the bank, but be worth it to me physically, mentally, and emotionally.
Tarot said:
"Perhaps you are so busy at work that you need a change very soon. The pace has increased to a peak of craziness, but you aren't willing anymore to put up with what was previously acceptable. Change will happen, whether or not you take action, so don't push too hard or you may regret it later on.
The intense Scorpio Full Moon at 6:09 am EDT represents a culmination of an emotional cycle. Our feelings are stronger and our dreams are more real. The best application of this Full Moon is to delve into the tough issues, even if we are afraid of what we cannot see lurking in the shadows. The Sun's conjunction to interactive Mercury suggests that communication is crucial to transforming our fear into acceptance by choosing awareness over denial."
Actually 6:09AM is in about 20 minutes. That should help determine how the day goes. I know I've been up since 3, but that's only because water restrictions require me to water my yard and garden from midnight to 10 AM on Wednesdays and Sundays. Also, I've been pondering my go-in-for-the-kill revenge if things don't go well with my California trip. Details come later, but I'm feeling pretty good about the fact that regardless of whether or not work decides the easy route and plays nicey with this hormonal bitch, hell hath no fury...
Well, time to get a shower and chill before I try to take the ol' girl out for a spin. This should be a fun endevour, regardless. Oh, and it's also time to take those evil drugs, feed Bubba-Ganoosh (yeah, his name is Bubba and I really do think he's either gay or a trannie, but who am I to judge?) Then it's off to my most favourite place --- work. Some have to continue to pay the penalty for mistakes made even years and years ago.
Alas, if I hear the name, "Job", I will shoot.
Oh, and some good news? It maybe that the pigs across the street will wake up and realize that their water has been cut off. I have no idea why the City was out here at 9 PM, but the guy had a turn key and was at their water meter with a padlock. What irony. The one place I have to go all the time and I will probably wind up in the waiting room with Mommy-Pig. Did I mention the shotgun? Ah, I'm just joking. They won't let me take my 12-gauge into City Hall.
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