The Life in My Palm

The other day I decided on a whim to go to Sears to buy a bottle of cologne that I think is becoming my signature fragrance now that my original fragrance hasn’t been available in Canada for several years now. I had no idea I had chosen to go when some kind of promotional carnival was taking place in the cosmetics department. But because I made a purchase, I got a free palm reading. I wouldn’t pay for a palm reading by someone I know nothing about, but where this was free…

His reading was sufficiently off not to warrant a second thought. He saw me surrounded with a lot of kids in the future stemming from a significant relationship, which of course is as likely to happen as it’s likely I’ll become the Pope. But other parts of his reading were intriguing or pretty accurate.

— My 30s were clearly turbulent and challenging, but I’m out of the woods now, especially professionally: I’m doing what I’m good at and being rewarded for it in numerous ways, including being recognized.

— In the love/romance department, my line is straight rather than curvy, suggesting I’m very cerebral rather than sentimental when it comes to romance.

— However, the deep crease on the side of my palm below my pinky suggests that when I commit, I commit deeply and completely.

— Health-wise, I’ve made very good and significant changes and continue to stick to them, but could do even better with more effort.

— I’m not much of a businessman.

A relationship “in the last 4 years” is the one. He seemed to think that relationship goes back about then, not more recently. I don’t see that as being at all right. That would bring me back to the middle of the Indiana Jones days…

Then again, why am I bothering analyzing a freebie I wouldn’t recall in a few months if I wasn’t writing about it right now? Besides, he assumed the feminine when speaking of mates. But I must say I’d be curious to get a “real” reading done by someone whom I didn’t assume from the get-go is a prankster.

And Then The Lights Went Out

Truck takes out power, Nov 16 2007I was having just another crazy day at work. A client had stood me up for an appointment, so I was taking advantage of the time I would have spent training the client to catch up on my follow-up calls with other clients. My progress was being slowed down by two particularly complicated files, but finally I was ready to make one or two more follow-ups before my next appointment (of four) when ZAP! …the power went out. The truck you see in the picture in the post had hit that poll on Barrington Street, about one city block downhill from my place.

My next appointment was slated to start some 20 minutes later. Fortunately, I don’t rely on our online database or Outlook calendar, choosing to keep a paper trail as well. I always worried that something like this might happen, and there it was happening! It turns out my appointment 20 minutes later also stood me up, but the power still wasn’t back on by the next appointment, so I actually managed to provide training on a computer application completely by memory — at once a scary and comforting thought.

When the power came back in time for my fourth appointment of the day, Dr. Snake Oil Salesman thought it an appropriate time to crank up his music, which earned him hearing a few firm taps of my broomstick against my ceiling. Thankfully he immediately turned it down. I really, REALLY can’t stand him and his heavy-footed main squeeze.

An exhausting day at the end of a short but exhausting week…