The other day i opened stale newspaper, and as i passed by the horoscope section, my stars told me:
LIBRA (Sept. 23-oct. 22): Ask for help if you need it. Contact and talk with people who will appreciate your talents and make valid suggestions. Count on profitable turn of events.
This, as i was watching "The Devil Wears Prada", where Andrea ditches a high paying job as an assistan for the ed-in-chief of a high profile fashion magazine, for another job less financially rewarding, but something for which she's worked her education. A slot in the dailies.
I've long decided i was never cut out for the smile-and-wave type, i've tried to Sayaw-inday my way into showbiz and found i was having fun, but not happy; that i refuse to be satisfied by the applause of an audience made stupid by that thief of a mainstream media outfit. And for months i've been struggling to keep call centers at bay, and i cried at work when a friend had to succumb.
i'm broke and i am still doing what the note underneath the 7-Up crown instructed me -- follow your feet -- and i still have it with me, like a promise i am holding on to, and i am heeding the stale horoscope that God must have scheduled to show me only the other day -- i hope. Count on profitable turn of events.
So help us God, if i'm still on time for your office hours.
