Date:  March 29

Time: 9:23 pm

Budget, reports, meetings, and headaches.  That about sums up work for the last two weeks.  No need to discuss any further.

Janice talked me in to going to see a psychic this weekend.  Yes.  A real live psychic.  I’m sorry.  She prefers to be called an advisor. 

Why do I listen to Janice?  Because she’s my best friend and I know that things will always be interesting with her.  She said she wanted to know if this year is the end of her being single.  She don’t wanna be a playa no mo’. 

A pink house, off the beaten path, is where Janice took me.  I kept hearing the banjo music from Deliverance as we traveled down the dirt road.  To be honest, the house wasn’t isolated.  It was more like a compound.  Several houses in a semi-circle.  Sort of like a cul de sac, without any surrounding neighborhood. And it appeared that no one was home at any of the homes.  Very weird.  The Advisor Lady was tall, gaunt, and wearing a muumuu.  Seriously.  The only things missing were the crystal ball and the turban.   I was grateful for the hardwood chairs instead of something upholstered because the air in that house should have come with it’s own smog warning.

As for my reading, let’s just say she couldn’t get one. She asked for my watch, turned it over for a couple of minutes and then made her great pronouncement.  Said I was on the cusp of some major life changes over the next year, but she couldn’t tell whether it was personal or professional.  Nothing about the near future either.  Like whether I should be careful making left turns next week, or the name of the person who keeps taking my lunch leftovers out of the staff fridge.  She kept telling me that my attitude was making things “foggy” for her.  WTF? And I paid her 50.00 bucks for that wealth of information.  Meanwhile, Janice is all hyped about her fairy tale second marriage- right around the time that her nest gets empty.  Go figure.

Ms. Advisor Lady did say that the only clear thing she picked up from me was that I enjoy being single.  Which is true. 

I have everything that I need and most of what I want.  I certainly can’t complain about that. 

I just wish I still had my fifty bucks.