Merry Meet Family and Friends!
Ok, so where have I been?
Well, all I can say is that the Gods definitely have a sense of humor.
In the past 6 months, I have changed jobs 3 times. How is that possible in this economy, you ask? Magick!
I've recently taken a full-time job after having worked part-time for the past 8 years. The best I can say is that the money is good and I'm gleaning some useful new skills. The worst I can say is that I feel disconnected from those things that, up until now, I had enjoyed more than I ever realized.
You see, I hadn't really been unhappy with my previous employment. I actually enjoyed what I was doing, the hours worked well for myself and my family, and it paid well by today's standards. So, why did I want to leave so badly? Well, it was a family run business and the family in question operated at a level of dysfunctionality that created a constant exodus of well qualifed and hard working employees. I had been looking for a job for the last two years and if you've been unemployed in this economy, you know that the job market has been...in a word, pitiful. I began doing magick to move things along...
And move I did! Not once, not twice, but three times! However, none of them suited me and after the third time, which by the way, isn't always the "charm", I realized why. I broke one of the cardinal rules of magick..."be specific!" and of common sense, "if it sounds too good to be true, it probably is".
You see, magick works very, very well. At times, a little too well. If it weren't so, none of us would subject ourselves to the sideward glances and snickering encountered when one learns that we practice the fine art of Witchery.
Here are a few examples of just how well......
I have always loved Victorian homes. I remembered wondering if I'd ever have the opportunity to own one. Well, over this past Summer, we had a beloved friend who is a master carpenter, build us a storage shed in our backyard. It's absolutely fabulous! As I toiled in the Midsummer's heat, staining our new shed, our friend turned to me and said, "Wow, it looks just like a Victorian house! And he was right! I'd gotten exactly what I asked for! I had just failed to mentioned that I wanted a Victorian home that I could, oh I don't know...actually live in! I looked towards the heavens murmuring, "Seriously?! You guys are just too funny!"
I also remembered thinking how much I'd love to own waterfront property.
Needless to say, it was less amusing the second time around!
So, you would think I would have learned something from all this? Well, I believe I have...but as I mentioned the Gods definitely have a sense of humor, not to mention having job skills that include being detail oriented to degree that far exceeds anything the human mind might comprehend. They are Gods, after all!
So recently, when I began, once again, working to find suitable employment, I felt confident that I was specific enough that I left nothing open to interpretation.
I simply wanted a great job, that paid well, with great benefits, close to my home.
Well, I was thrilled when I was presented with a job offer from a company that has a reputation for excellence, offers great benefits, that almost always hires from within and with all the specifications I'd asked for!!!
However, as I reveled in my good fortune, I overlooked a few details that should have sent up red flags. I was told at my interview that there had been "some problems". My interpretation of this was that those problems had since been resolved and that I was walking into a better situation. I had also been told that my boss could be "difficult". Given that I've spent most of my life working in the field of medicine, I've learned that anyone who's job includes holding another's health and well-being in their hands, often possesses a Type A personality. However, "difficult" should have a included, "intolerant of human error". That being said, medicine is definitely a field where human error can have vast implications, so I didn't perceive this to be a deal breaker. I also didn't realize that my coworker was crazier than a bag of rats, worked 10+ hour days and that when she need time off, I needed to do the same. All this being said, it still wasn't the worst decision I've ever made.
The worst decision I made was taking for granted those things that for me...are priceless. Having the time to watch the birds in my birdfeeder, sit down to leisurely read a book or write, garden, spend time with my furry companions and sleep past 5 a.m.
Perhaps I'm being unreasonable. I should be happy that I am gainfully employed in this economy...and I am. I would just be happier if I had added two little words to my request....
In Darkness, Light!