The Stars Say...

...that as a Taurus, I'm supposed to have a great month. That I will be celebrating a career victory that either just happened or is imminent. Must be an imminent victory because I am just suffering the agony of defeat here. That my best day of the month will be August 13th...I'm supposed to forgive miscommunications and that I should be ready for a hot and passionate September...the best month for love in a decade.

Interesting thing, I have received a few inquiries about my resume, as I really am looking forward to moving on, if that's what the stars have planned.

 As for miscommunications, the guy who make the rude comment stopped by my desk this afternoon. I guess he was surprised that I wasn't enthusiastic when he popped in my cube. Hmm, wonder why? The meaning of his comment wasn't miscommunicated, so I dare say the stars are wrong. As for the other person who witnessed the remarks, I didn't hear from him. Again, no big surprise, I guess he's mad that I'm hurt.

However, I finally cleared the air with another coworker who thought I wasn't following through with purchasing a gift certificate for him with my referral money that he thought I was eligible for because of his employment here at my firm. I explained briefly that I wasn't credited with the referral, so it's not a lack of follow-through on my part. Now he can talk to me again because he was acting a bit strange.

 As for love and passion, well, hmm, we'll just have to wait until September happens.