As I’ve repeated so many times, when Mercury goes retrograde, little annoyances crop up with alarming frequency for about 80% of the population.
Must mean I’m average. Starts out that all my New Year’s Eve party plans had to be scrapped because I was going to work at noon, New Year’s Day. “It’s the first of the month, we always work on the first,” was what I was told. Part of the real estate business, what with me temping as a part-time property manager.
Big boss calls me up, early on the first. I was just getting out of the shower, soaking wet, wandering around with a towel draped over my waistline, “There’s only, like, about two checks here, and I thought we’d be slammed, so you don’t need to come in today.”
Sure, that’s just as well, because the bus pass I ordered online hasn’t arrived yet. Another manifestation of Mercury. A monthly pass costs a whopping ten bucks. Do the math, 20 rides and anything above that is profit. Or free, or something like that. Seeing as how I’ve been riding the bus six days a week, that means one work week pays for the pass itself, three weeks are good.
Freak out? Why? It’s only Mercury, and like I assured that one Virgo New Year’s Eve, this first month is going to be full of events just like this. Happy new year.
But having an afternoon off, I had a chance to ruminate around the trail. About two hours worth of trail, as a point. Wearing that T-shirt because it so evocatively caught my feeling, albeit with a little less enthusiasm. Maybe the comment sans the exclamation mark.