Maybe there's something to that stupid book, The Secret, that I have never actually opened but enjoy making fun of. Maybe "vision boards" have something to them, and thinking about something will actually have an impact on the Universe and bring it closer to you, within reach, and all you have to do is recognize it and not fuck it up.
I guess this is the opposite of some religions and, minus the actual deity you'd be asking, pretty similar to the prayers of other religions, which maybe means it's hard to get what you want if you don't know who you are? Like celebrating Christmas is challenging if you think you might be leaning towards Zoroastrianism?
/end irrelevant tangent
The point is, last week I was staring at the work schedule for the lodge and thinking about how much it sucked that I was only on for 12 hours. Not that 12 isn't great, and more money than I really need in the summer, but after 20+ each week, it was kind of a letdown.
I kept thinking about how I'd rather work than be bored at home and I'd like to have the cash to save towards a new computer (I'm typing this on the Dell we got in 2003). I washed my uniform days early. I didn't paint my nails, even though with five consecutive scheduled days off, I'd have had plenty of time to take the polish off before I went back to work.
And then Judy asked if I'd work on Wednesday, because Dave's shoulder is still fucked up, so I said yes, picking up 7 more hours...but on Tuesday morning, she called again and Paul had called off that day. So I worked Tuesday and Wednesday, and after Saturday's shift I'll have 25 hours in a week I thought would yeild 12.
Focus on what you want, guys. Maybe there's something to all of the theories.
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