I've got a friend in SE Portland who believes in fate, and we've discussed it several times. I suspect it bugs her that I don't buy into that concept.
I believe that my life is in my hands, and it's up to me to make the most of it. When something isn't right - then dammit - it's up to me to do something about it rather than relying on 'destiny' to have laid out a map to follow. But every now and then, even *I* have to admit that my life can defy the odds... and how do I explain it?
Two things happened on Thursday that really threw me for a loop.
Thing #1: I got offered - at the very least - the opportunity to freelance a station in town. A friend called me to mention that he'd sent a package to the station & I said I'd call and put in a good word for him - because that's what I do. I left the PD [Program Director] a voicemail, and then an hour or so later, the PD was talking to ME about the job & setting up an appointment to meet him on Monday. What can I say? I like the guy, so I couldn't say no.
This whole thing came totally out of the blue... especially since I left radio behind two years ago when I moved here.
HEY! I heard that. I really *did* intend to leave it all behind... there's a great line from a songwriter/poet named Mike Doughty that sums up my thoughts on the matter:
"I'm done with elephants and clowns. I want to run away and join the office."
...it's so true... [or IS it?]
Well - I left radio behind except or the freelancing and the bit of consulting I did last year... but that's beside the point. OK, I'll shut up now.
Thing #2: I overdrew my bank account for the first time in my LIFE because somebody else didn't have the funds in her corporate account to cover the check she'd given me. [grumble grumble]
I got the check & cashed it. Then I waited a day or two to see the money credited into my account. Once I saw the money was IN my account, I used it to pay some bills. I'm so close to having zero debt again that I couldn't resist!
[note: hello US BANK! Why'd you show the money credited to my account before her check cleared - because it DIDN'T - gripe gripe]
Well, it appears that the bank giveth, and the bank taketh away whilst the bank fucketh me over. Hence, I crapeth my pants.
So, what are the odds that on the day I overdraw my bank account for the first time EVER, a major job opportunity comes my way?
I still don't believe it's fate though. [meanwhile, across town in SE Portland, my friend just smacked her head off her desk in disgust, with a thud and a loud sigh that sounded a little like this: WHAP! "Aaaaauauauuuuuugh!!!"]