Pictus wrote:When I was married had many cats, but one black was special as it acted like a dog!
His name was Juquinha 
Always wanted to sleep with us, could not left the room window open or he came in, he
follow us around, come when called and sometimes when I was back from the work he was
at the door waiting for me.
I prefer dogs, had 2 rottweilers now dead, but miss that black cat.
That's what that woman Marsha (mentioned in my previous post) also said regarding black cats. She said they're like dogs. She was a dog person all the way, but the reason she loved her black cat so much was because it could play fetch 
and just behaved the way a dog does. Cats are supposed to be "aloof," but not black cats. They have all this life and energy to them, they love to play, they'll come running to you when you come home and wait by the door for you, etc.
LipstickMystic wrote:Then last night or this morning I was thinking, "I wonder how Lyra manages to deal with all the icky people she's surrounded by in the corporate world? I'd love to learn how she does it!"
....wanted to say one more thing regarding dealing with the icky types in the corporate world, something I didn't expand on yesterday. It's the fact that I am now extremely picky about what jobs I'm going to work at (through my temp agency) and if I find myself at a particularly icky job with icky people creating a negative environment, then I'll ask to be taken off the assignment. Or, if I'm interviewing for an assignment and I'm noticing negative red flag indicators, I'll pass on it. But in a nutshell, it's become all about realm compatibility. I won't tolerate something negative anymore with negative people. In fact last year when I was finishing up one assignment that to this day was the best job I've ever had, they wanted to find a way to keep me on with the company, but the only open available position was in human resources, filling in for a woman who was going on 3 month maternity leave. I had no experience in HR but they were convinced they could get me trained. Which under normal circmstances would be fine I guess.......but not in this particular case. HR was down on the 2nd floor, and even though it was one floor away from the area where I was working, it was like being in a whole different company. A negative "blah" environment, with some unhappy/stressed people working in that area, as opposed to the very peaceful, calm and pleasant environment with nice people on the third floor where I worked. In fact one time I had to go down to HR to speak with this one woman, and I could hear her from down the hall, ranting and raving to her supervisor about all this stuff that was pissing her off. The energy down there was extremely negative and charged up, and I stood there in the hall, waiting as she just went on and on, and finally I was like, I'm atta here! And left. Talk to her some other time, forget it. She was also somebody who was short and brusque and very unfriendly on the phone. Just not a happy woman.........But she would have been somebody I would have to be working along side in the event I took that temporary HR position. ! No way, Jose. So when they were talking to me, trying to convince me to take the assignment and do the crash course training, I was like, Thanks, I'm flattered that you want me to work here, but, it's just not for me. Ducked out of that one, big time.
The next assingment I was placed at was at a law firm with these bitter unhappy legal assistants who were prone to cussing and referring to all the clients (amongst themselves) that they didn't like as idiots, bitches, morons, retards, assholes, and so on. And they weren't nice to me, although the issue was mostly with one legal assistant in particular. Dropped that assignment, see ya! No way, Jose! In fact, had I not been working through a temp agency, then the final straw that drove me out of there would have resulted in a physical altercation, THAT'S how pissed the one legal assistant got me. I had to sit there in my chair, fuming, trying to cool off, but what I really wanted to do...and would have had I not been there as a representative of my temp agency....was get up, go to her office, and throw the files that I was working on for her at her. Literally, throw them AT her, and then verbally rip her a new one. And then walk out. I was SO angry, the angriest I'd been in a long time. Instead I called my temp agency, and was like, GET ME OUT OF HERE *NOW.* The next assignemnt was a rural Baptist Church, surrounded by Virginia countryside, and complete with an old cemetery. Much nicer environment! (although I'm not religious. It was still nice, compared to the typical soulless corporate environment.)
I know that in the Toltec way of being, these types are all considered Petty Tyrants, and PT's are supposed to be such a good thing, but I don't necessarily buy it. I don't want to be around negative nasty people if I can help it, and won't work around it. That makes me a failure as a "warrior" for refusing to try to strengthen my spiritual muscles against the tests they would be giving me, but oh well! I spent 18 years being reared by petty tyrants, and another 10 years suffering under them at all the jobs I've had in 4 states, and now I'm just at a point where I'm like NO MORE. I want to have a peaceful existence and work and live in nice, peaceful environments. All these spiritual traditions are about rejecting the noise and chaos and craziness of the mainstream herd and their illusion, yet in the Toltec way of being, we're also supposed to purposely, deliberately place ourselves in the path of PT's and revel in their nutty behavior and what it can do for us? I don't think so. Kind of a contrast, in my opinion. Although I have recently been getting to a point where when I am faced with negative nutty crazy types I'm just like, Uh, yeah.....you're the one with the issue here, not me, and it's not my problem. So in a way, that is making progress, although I'm not able to do it all the time yet.
Anyway, random thoughts!
"Life's journey is not to arrive at the grave safely in a well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, totally worn out, shouting "Holy shit ... what a ride!" - Anonymous
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"I get by with a little help from my (higher density) friends."
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