Whattayaknow...it sometimes works...

As remarked upon over at No Touch Monkey!, shit was going to hit the fan today at work. However, not mentioned there as it was not the place, I had managed to invoke some sort of spiritual avatar right before the meeting. I had, earlier in the day, and last night, spoken my affirmation and reminded myself that my Death rides my left shoulder. There are problems in the world that go far, far deeper than the wrong ad going to the publication. I experienced a sort of bi-location of above and below, as if I were a god wearing a Marrrrk suit, and I was ready to stare my professional death in the eye.

Fortunately I didn't have to actually test my resolve, but I like to think I was ready. I wasn't too scared, but then again I wasn't there for anything I had actually been responsible for.

There you go and so it was.