Star Struck Style

I had a rough day at work yesterday. Plenty of people are calling in sick, and I’m pretty sure that every one of them hasn’t been vaccinated against the latest strains of COVID and the flu. In the meantime, my nearly sixty-year-old ass is running circles around them picking up the slack.

I just don’t need this any more. I was so happy yesterday when I woke up, and then I went to work. I tried my best to smile my way through another shift knowing that have less than two weeks more to go, but it’s all too much. I feel guilty leaving the place because I can already see things starting to fall apart without me. Nevertheless, I have to let that go. I’m in an unhealthy relationship with my employer. I need a divorce.

Anyway, I now have eight more shifts to get through before I’m done. I’m still in the thick of the Mars/Chiron trine I discussed just a few days ago in a post titled “Springboard.” With Mars lingering in this spot in the zodiac after its recent return to direct motion, I’m feeling this transit acutely. It’s making me appreciate this newfound focus on my psychological well-being. For that reason, I can’t allow myself to feel guilty for walking away.

To paraphrase the great Tammy Wynette, staying would be “pure H-E double L . . .”.