Horoscope says, "Your internal voice will be the only thing stopping you from rushing out the door to jump on a shiny, new opportunity. Listen to it carefully - - it's probably right. You're most likely dealing with Fool's Gold."
And then there's the full moon shining down upon me ... but I won't allow my fear of razors make me superstitious about turning into Michael J. Fox (Teen Wolf reference and I hate having to explain such). Then again, Netflix sent me a movie tonight entitled, "The Box." I had ordered a Pro-Wrestling DVD that wasn't in stock. Earlier today, I received an envelope...
Bucking the system is what I think I do best, but really don't do well at all. I started watching infomercials when I began working out on a regular basis. To this day, I still eat dinner right before I enter my particular sleep. It's probably not the best thing for you, but I've done it for the past eleven years and have rarely looked back. Other than potential physical ramifications of eating right before you go to bed for so many years, is the prospect that maybe, just maybe, you'll start buying into the glimpse of glamour in something that will become "Too Good To Be True." On occassion, I did and maybe still do.
Getting rich quick never intrigued me the way that getting rich smart did. I never lacked a work ethic. I've never received unemployment because I've always found a chance to make money doing something. Since I was sixteen and had zits that made Pippi Longstocking's freckles look like pock marks, I was always able to earn a dime the old-fashioned way ... without using my brain to do so.
But there was a moment...
Near the end of 2009, I was on the ass-end of a crippling career as a Loan Officer. For three very long months, I didn't receive a penny ... even for loans that closed under my name. While looking for steady employment, I happened upon a few websites that I thought may help a charitable case such as me.
Cautiously careful and bashfully concerned, I never gave much information out. But I gave enough information for one to know that I was blantantly real and out there. Google me all you want and you'll find naked pictures if you reach deep enough:) Lol, I kill me.
And that envelope I received today contained a check, without a note or previous warning of such a sum of money coming my way. It isn't a large sum of money, so the IRS won't be treating me like the late John Gotti anytime soon. Even still, I have no clue where it came from. No relatives have died and even if they did, they wouldn't be leaving funds to yours truly, especially after I was found guilty of hiring midget-strippers at my Aunt Lois's 70'th B-Day Bash.
The bank the check is drawn off of is legit. The instituition from where the check came from also seems legit. Security Codes and Watermarks check out. Phone calls will be made manana. It's hand-written, which could mean forgery of some kind, yet I don't have a mechanism or motive of why such a deed would be done. Out of kindness, it could be. However, I'm cynical about shit.
And this is the very short version (and I'm not talking about the midget strippers;) ...