I don’t get this mercury-is-in-retrograde thing. I refuse to believe that my mood or even my level of effectiveness is determined by the cosmic universe. I mean, sure it’s the perfect excuse but heck, my reasons make much more sense. You see my little grasshoppers, my mood and my level of effectiveness is only controlled by 2 things: the amount of food that is in my stomach and number of hours of sleep I got for the day. Yup, it’s that easy. You don’t need a degree in Psychology to figure me out, you just gotta spend a day or two with me. Be that as it may, no matter what how my day starts out, I would always make sure that my job in the office is done before I call it a day. I’m professional like that (naks!). See, that’s why I don’t understand how people could so conveniently blame the alignment or lack there of, of the stars with their inability to get the job done.
On a good day: I wake-up all pumped up. I get ready for work and I get the job done in half the time.
On a bad day: I wake-up all lazy and grumpy. I get ready for work, get the job done in half the time then whine and tantrum the rest of the day.
The lesson? We all have our good days and we all have our bad, but the rest of the universe doesn’t care so get the friggin’ job done!
Off topic: Don’t you just love it when you fill-up your ice cube tray and make it to the freezer without spilling water or ending-up with half-filled cubes? That’s just made of awesome!