I woke this morning to the news that 13 years to the date he was acquitted of killing his wife, OJ Simpson was found guilty of Robbery in Las Vegas. The sentence is going to be set between 5 years and life. I realize this will get in the way of his looking for the “real killers” but isn’t that poetic justice? Found guilty on the anniversary of one of this country’s greatest legal travesties. Who knows, maybe the real killer was finally caught.  You think?

So that got me to thinking about what’s been going on lately on all levels and my own personal life. I did do the google thing and had a good chuckle to myself about Jason’s Accord.

On a more serious note thought, though this retrograde mercury has been interesting to me.

A brief recap…the retrograde mercury before this one was brutal. Almost everyone I spoke with talked about what a rough time they were having. Even things that were going wrong went really wrong.

Fast foward to this one. Two things that I had agreed to do but had me feeling crunched and overwhelmed got canceled. They woulud have been fun, but I needed a break. Worked for me.

Back in oh, late August, I applied for a job I really wanted. This would have been totally the best opportunity to use almost all of my skills, especially the ones I like using. You know it is, there are things you are really really good at but you hate doing them. Everyone says how good you are at them and you often end up taking jobs where you do those things.

Then there are the things you actually like to do. To have the chance to do them in a job is, I think, too far and few between. This job would have been almost completely things I like to do. My current job has some of those aspects, but there are constant attempts to marginalize the competent people on staff. I work with one woman who enjoys her adult beverages. She enjoys them so much she even has them first thing in the morning, for lunch and I suspect a swallow or two here and there. It’s not sexy. It’s not funny. It IS unprofessional.

We also have this other person around who’s going to “fix” things. Mind you, they weren’t broken until oh, around mid-February this year. This other person is friends with all of us — there’s a connection for everyone.

For me it’s having an elderly cat to worry about. Molly is 20. She does really well — lately she’s all over having this new treat called “Party Mix” for cats. The new “friend” also apparently has an elderly cat. I’m one of those people who think cats should be indoor beings, especially when they are of a certain age. You let them out you are taking chances you don’t need to. I also don’t have a lot of respect for someone who has several hours notice to evacuate and doesn’t take their pets with them. They really can’t fend for themselves. The new “friend” couldn’t find their cat a few weeks ago — but in this person’s mind we had a connection because we both have elderly cats. Mine stay inside and even with 5 minutes to get out she’d be in a carrier with me. We don’t have a connection.

The other “connection” is this person has “always dreamed of being a published authors.” So who’s stopping you? It doesn’t give us a connection. I know lots of other authors. Good ones. Excellent ones. Very talented ones. It doesn’t mean we’re friends or have a ”connection” where we can sit around the fire and sing kumbya. This person telling me I’m living their dream is just creepy. This person is buds with the other one and therefore, no friend of mine. I know, I know, that’s soooooo junior high of me.  

 So this job that I was really hoping for would have moved me out of all that drama. The first round at this job had, from what I heard, over 125 applicants — 27 of us were invited to the written; 10 of us to the oral and the last 5 went to the final inteview. That was this past Monday and I thought it went well. I hoped against hope it was going to happen…then Thursday morning I got the call that I didn’t get the job. I was devastated. I was so upset I wanted to cry but held it back because I sure didn’t want to explain why I was on a crying binge at work. I had a sneaking suspicion the problematic co-worker had something to do with it. And you know, there ARE people in the world who would rather be mean than to say “hey, have a nice life and stay out of mine.” as you go on your happy way.

So yesterday the woman I would have answered to at this new job that I didn’t get came into our office! Shock upon shock! SHE’S buds with the drama woman. Good buds. Hmmm, she didn’t…it would be SOOOOOOOOOOO unprofessional to say nasty things about me, wouldn’t it? I mean, a true professional would have said “I’m not the right person to talk you, you should talk to the manager or supervisor Regan answers to. You know by law I can say day hired, date left and that’s it.” However, professionalism isn’t big where I work right now. Not really. The new job would have had a lot of professionalism — or so I thought.

Then I thought about it….new boss is friends with troublemaking co-worker….troublemaking co-worker is supposed to be a temp…..would I really want to work for her good buddy?

Nah.

So even though I’m back to square one looking for a good job, I may have dodged the bullet on this one.

Retrograde Mercury? We’ll see — BTW, good buddy is applying for a job where I work in another department….I’m still on the list for the good job….she leaves….who knows. Maybe for once the universe is aligned to make sure it’s REALLY a good job before I’m into it.