My friends like to put out in the universe good wishes and happy thoughts to help others obtain their aspirations. Kind of like our home grown version of The Secret.
When I (kind of) recently applied for a job they all wanted to be my karmic cheerleaders and I said no I didn’t want to use what could possibly be my one chance at universal intervention. I mean what if I someday wanted to make the guy I met at the Farmers’ Market my own or needed the really cool orange dress I saw at the resale shop to work well with my fine Cuban ass? I was more of the mindset of Doris Day singing Que Sera Sera. We’ll just see what happens.
Five weeks later, a catalog, countless fb, twitter and blog schemes I’m wondering about my sanity. Why wouldn’t I have asked for help? Well, because what if I got the job and it sucked? But, what if someone else gets the job and it doesn’t suck at all?
So, I guess I wait, wonder if someone is more clever than I, well, no I would never really wonder that—but there is something going on and I don’t know what it is and I guess that’s really what I don’t like about the whole thing. I work better with a clear understanding of the happs, my turn at the wheel or at the very least a polite never mind and thanks for playing along.
I do many things well, but waiting is not one of them. They say patience is a virtue, but then I’ve never been called virtuous. Make a decision already. Olive needs to get on to her next scheme.
Props to Sam The Bike Boy for the Conway Twitty, enjoy the Doris.
