Sometimes called Interference.

Chagrin at the unforeseen consequences of prior decisions. Criticism, censure, and the imposition of external restrictions. Confusion leading to powerlessness. Inability to focus on the crux of a problem and free oneself from a difficult situation. Being hamstrung by a past failure or humiliation.

You know what, I've had enough with these damn cards. My life has been going damn well, and all the sudden, I get a run of them that scream doom and gloom, and that is NOT how my life has been going. So I'm either going for the fall of a lifetime, or my reliance on them for thoughtful guidance is somewhat misplaced or outgrown. I'm not certain of which.

Sure, I had an off day, yesterday, but damnit, everyone does. I have HAD enough! *waves hands in air*

I am not going to let my off day ruin my view of my new job. I am not going to let bad habits start creeping in. This is my job. This is my life. This is my existance, and not only am I going to own it, I'm going to fucking well do it right. I swear, sometimes, reading the cards are like my shadow self, wreaking havoc just to trip me up. :P

CJ

Sometimes called Swiftness. Resillience. Activity. Travel. New Momentum.

Too much force applied too suddenly.
A flash in the pan.
A foolhardy and untimely plunge into the unknown.
Impatience leading to poor decisions in love, business, travel, or spiritual growth.

All these things I fear.

I am an impatient sort, and I fear that all my good wishes and hopes for a new job swiftly are not going to come to fruition. I'm trying to keep my hopes up, but they feel pretty beat down at the moment. It's not that I don't have faith, it's just that I also have fears, and right now, they're insidiously whispering!

When one draws this card, they can expect things to start moving quickly. There is limitless ethusiasm for the current project and the desire to throw the self into it wholeheartedly. It is a time of action, when one can put their ideas into motion knowing that the climate is favorable. The querant's creative energy is at its strongest, and they should be able to channel it productively. This may mark an advancement in career or fruitful activity. Travel may be indicated, or a broadening of horizons. New people may be coming into the equation that reflect this expansive time...the Eight of Wands indicates success ahead, and that one should take full advantage of the productive phase.

So success is coming, but it's going to be delayed. Probably by something I've done...or failed to do.

Oh joy. I do feel a LITTLE better, though.

CJ

Sometimes called Prudence.

Prudence (noun)
Pronunciation: 'prü-d&n(t)s
Etymology: Middle English, from Anglo-French, from Latin prudentia, alteration of providentia

1. the ability to govern and discipline oneself by the use of reason
   
2. sagacity or shrewdness in the management of affairs
   
3. skill and good judgment in the use of resources
   
4. caution or circumspection as to danger or risk
   

Sometimes called Swiftness.

Wow. Lots of eights, lots of swords of late. I really should sit and THINK about that, but right now, I'm not certain I have time. By the time I have time, no doubt it will be too late! Story of my life.

So the eight of wands. Paired with yesterday's card, I'm not certain what I think...am I about to get laid off? Fired? Find out that I'm replacing my direct supervisor (again)?

Am I suddenly going to get a new job offer? A new place to live? What? What? Gah! The anticipation's KILLING me!

And now I have to go wash my hair and get on the bus. And think about the Eight of Wands: A sudden release of raw power, cutting through confusion and indecision, and setting things in motion. Rapid progress towards a desired goal, brought about by immediate and decisive action. Boldness and daring in love, business, travel, or spiritual growth.

CJ

Interference. Yup. That's what's been going on of late.

On another note, do not, even jokingly, quip: Take my job, please.

I came, yesterday, within 5 minutes of losing my job. It was not pretty.

Today, my supervisor (whom I am NOT on good terms with right now) took the day off. When we had about 3 days worth of work.

I worked from 9 to 7:30 with a 30 minute break that was taken up by going to the bank.

With my favorite co-worker's help, I got that job done. But not without a hell of a lot of interference. It was frustrating, and hard. Bleah.

Despite the interference, I got the job not just done but DAMN done. Pray there are no emergencies tonight, to call my overworked boss back in after we closed.

Ah. And on another note...this morning, as I was walking to work, I damn near fell over my own two feet...and had to roll my slacks' hem up. While I was working, about 10am, I felt the same sort of tug on my shoe, and looked down, cussing my pants.

It wasn't my pants. It was a spider with about a 4 inch leg-spread. A big, scary, aggressive, venemous fiddler, to be exact. I've been bitten once before. I did NOT want to be bitten again.

I lept about 4 feet straight up in the air, almost out of my shoe, and shouted (QUITE genuinely, I might add), "OH GOOD LORD!"

The spider sat there, and looked annoyed.

Shelob's little sister was promptly captured and released outside, after a brief victory lap around the pharmacy to show her off. She was PISSED. When you can HEAR how pissed a spider is, it's a problem.

When you can feel them walk across your shoe, they're too damned big.

*twitch*

CJ

Sometimes called 'indolence'. In this case, the Rider-Waite deck shows a man in a cloak with a staff walking down a long, lonely looking road; behind him are eight cups, stacked neatly.

But what does it mean? I'd hardly call starting a long journey after abandoning something obviously held dear 'indolent'...wasteful, perhaps, but not indolent. Indolence, to me, stinks of laying about, doing nothing. This...seems like abandonment. Or putting behind something that was a long time, hard worked on project behind you, because it just isn't what you WANT anymore.

Hmmm. I wonder. I wonder what project, long worked on and hard, is going to have been the thing much loved, lost, and sacrificed for Lughnasadh? I guess it hasn't clubbed me between the eyes, yet.

CJ

PS: Good gravy, it did just hit, as soon as I'd typed that. How silly of me. The understanding that I would never be great at one skill, because my talents lay elsewhere. D'oh. Ow. That still hurts.

CJ