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Your Question or Information: Will I get a job

Past Raido - Safe travel, movement, obtaining justice in an issue, used to keep a situation from stagnating.

Present Ing - Fertility, successful conclusion to issue or situation, ending one cycle and beginning another.

Future Kenaz - The hearth fire, artistic pursuits, healing, love and passion, creativity, strength.

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I wonder if this means I'll get a job? It made me feel happy for a day, until my natural inclination towards skepticism seeped in. ie: "You're going to believe an internet fortune telling service? Are you nuts?" Ah, the war between the Celtic and Germanic sides of my character continues. I'm no longer certain which is which.

Feel a bit bowed under the heavy weight of rejection and criticism this week, so you'll have to excuse the proclivity towards whining, although is it really whining? Not sure. After reading the fanboards, I've lost all sense of the meaning of the word. One group (see Belly of the Beast's review) accuses Angel of being a whiner while the other group accuses Spike of being the whiner (see TCH's review). I despise whining, by the way.

After class tonight I stood on the subway platform, wondering if life can be compared to waiting for a train. The train comes - some people get on and quickly get to their destination. While others sit waiting, for what seems to be an eternity for theirs to arrive. Some people can take one train and whammo - they are there. While others have to switch four or five times. They might even get stranded somewhere. Speaking of being stranded this reminds me of anecdote, somewhat off topic, about a subway ride to hell on the London tube (I think they still call the subway the tube over there - it was in the 1980s). Two friends of mine were coming back from Wimbledon and got on a train that was not occupied.
Others were. Not their's. Everything was fine, for a while, until about halfway through the journey they realized two bizarre things: one - the train had not stopped any where for quite some time and two it did not appear to be going anywhere near their stop. If anything it had gone around their stop. I can't remember how they got out of it. All I remember is the terror they felt in repeating the story, which reminds me, now that I think of it, of some horror short story I read about once about being caught on an actual subway ride to hell. (Have no clue who the author is.) At any rate, I can't help but wonder if maybe that's how life works - you wait for the right train and are set on your path. But if you miss the train? What happens? Are you stuck at the station waiting forever for the right train to come along?
And how long should you wait? A minute? Two? An hour?
Or should you just hop on another train even if it's the wrong one and just hope for the best? And what if you got on the wrong train? What then? It's not like you can hop off.

(Warning: Following is long personal somewhat depressing rant...)
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