What goes around, comes around
Although, what I intend to do hasn't even "gone around" yet. That is to say, it hasn't be set in motion.
It's funny. Karma, Fate, or whatever god's watching, works in strange ways. Works really fast too.
In order to quit my job without making it seem like I'm a quitter and putting me in a bad light, I contemplated fabricating a lie, one that would make it seem like circumstances are forcing me to leave my job. Said lie was supposed to be an injury-related accident involving a family member. Said family member would be admitted into the hospital and the household responsibilities would fall onto my shoulders, thus I am unable to work for the next 2 months.
I plan, I scheme, I con, I trick, I manipulate, I'd do anything to get things to go my way. I'm not a good person, I know. The thoughts in my head scare me sometimes.
Then a while ago, I went to throw something in the trash bag by the sink, and this baby lizard ambushed me. It popped out from the trash bag and wriggled my way. I squeaked, leaped backwards, and felt something in my left foot go crrriak.
Minutes after that, I received a call informing me that one of the artists involved in tomorrow's shoot got into a car accident. Nothing serious, but look at that, it's an accident nonetheless.
So I'll be limping around the next couple of days. I can feel the ache in my foot even when it's not moving.
The two accidents, I think someone or something up there is trying to tell me something? I'd like to think, you're trying to stop me from using the lie to quit my job, that I should be honest and tell the truth, face the music. But you know how stubborn I am all along. The more you tell me not to do something, the more I will, just to show you I can. Just to tell you, I don't like you telling me what to do.
Challenge? Karma? Retribution? Bring it on.
It's funny. Karma, Fate, or whatever god's watching, works in strange ways. Works really fast too.
In order to quit my job without making it seem like I'm a quitter and putting me in a bad light, I contemplated fabricating a lie, one that would make it seem like circumstances are forcing me to leave my job. Said lie was supposed to be an injury-related accident involving a family member. Said family member would be admitted into the hospital and the household responsibilities would fall onto my shoulders, thus I am unable to work for the next 2 months.
I plan, I scheme, I con, I trick, I manipulate, I'd do anything to get things to go my way. I'm not a good person, I know. The thoughts in my head scare me sometimes.
Then a while ago, I went to throw something in the trash bag by the sink, and this baby lizard ambushed me. It popped out from the trash bag and wriggled my way. I squeaked, leaped backwards, and felt something in my left foot go crrriak.
Minutes after that, I received a call informing me that one of the artists involved in tomorrow's shoot got into a car accident. Nothing serious, but look at that, it's an accident nonetheless.
So I'll be limping around the next couple of days. I can feel the ache in my foot even when it's not moving.
The two accidents, I think someone or something up there is trying to tell me something? I'd like to think, you're trying to stop me from using the lie to quit my job, that I should be honest and tell the truth, face the music. But you know how stubborn I am all along. The more you tell me not to do something, the more I will, just to show you I can. Just to tell you, I don't like you telling me what to do.
Challenge? Karma? Retribution? Bring it on.