What would Jesus drive?
As per Joe Bob, Jesus wouldn’t drive anything. He would walk. Like me, slip on those sandals and stroll on out the door.
Although, for the sake of verisimilitude these days, I figure the lad would ride a loud Harley.
My love affair with Ford trucks, notwithstanding.
Friday Five
Self-imposed limits are important.
I try to limit the number of readings, those in-depth, personal, “take off my boots and stomp right on through a chart” readings to three in a day.
I watched as some (therapists) would burn out after about 18 months in one position, vowing never to work in the helping field again.
Same for readers, psychics, palm, astrology, tarot, and so forth, as I’ve watched them all burn themselves out with a frantic pace.
I recall one spring when I was working the 900 phone lines, I was available for calls 45 hours in a week, and I was talking for 40 of those 45 hours. A little later, I was informed by tech support friends that an hour of phone time was equivalent to two hours of regular work time. (Should a factor of 3 be employed for meetings? Like one hour of a meeting where one stays awake is equal to three hours of regular work time?) After my time in the psychic sewers, which, I might add, was excellent training, I got to where I tried to limit myself a little – to avoid burnout.
There was the burden of e-mail, oddly enough, no responses to the weekly trivia question, and a couple of e-mail readings. Then a luncheon reading, and an afternoon bereft of entertainment, wherein I swam in a murky creek, then picked up some coffee, and a took nap. Then out for a few minutes to try and catch the happy hour web journal folks, and next? Home for two more phone readings.
While it’s an apparently bucolic lifestyle, that’s a lot of work. Gratefully, this is work that I thoroughly enjoy. What’s best? It affords me enough time to actually write decent horoscopes. Or indecent, if I believe some of the mail.
So I wrote, typed, surfed, worked for a luncheon reading, hiked, swam, napped, socialized, and then worked again. Plus there was one more e-mail reading.
That’s over the self-imposed limit, but I’m enjoying it; this is my time of the year.
Also means the landlord can get his rent check on time this month.
