Saturn Return

The Saturn return is a regular astronomical occurrence relevant to the science of astrology to occur in a person’s life at approximately 27–30 years of age and again around the age of 58–60, with the third and usually final occurrence around 86-88. The planet Saturn takes approximately 29.5 years to orbit the Sun; when it returns to the exact degree along the ecliptic it occupied at the time of a person’s birth this is referred to as their "Saturn Return".

Saturn is symbolically/astrologically associated with time, challenge, fear, doubt, confusion, difficulty, seriousness, heaviness, unwanted burdens and hard lessons, among other more positive things such as structure, significance, accomplishment, reflection, power, prestige, maturity, responsibility and order – this is why astrologers believe that the thirtieth birthday is such a major rite of passage and is considered by many astrologers to mark the "true beginning" of adulthood, self-evaluation, independence, responsibility, ambition, and full maturation. (from wikipedia)

So why the hell with this Saturn Return?

I remembered this after a strange day this morning. Just after the second day in the job I was informed that I cannot continue anymore. Reason was a memo yesterday (that was my first day in the job) banning filial connections in the company.

I happened to have a first cousin there. Ouch.

So really now it’s back to square 1. Stranger still when the idea of Saturn Return popped in my empty head, filling my cranium with its meaning.

Surely this Saturn Return is working on me now. I have reviewed my past decisions and luck (or the lack of it) vis-à-vis with this idea and certainly this could be the reason for these mishaps happening to me.

If it’s really the reason then maybe I’m doomed. Luck with me is like betting on heads and 99 out of 100 it would be tails.

So now that I’m back to square 1, time to regroup and think things really seriously from now on.

I think I’m getting sick.

back to the 8 to 5 gig…

A humbling experience, really.

So now I’m back to the 8 to 5 gig once more, after three years of being in daysleep mode. Being in a swivel chair throne made me realize the value of work, clerical work I mean.

So for today I have folded hundreds of correspondences, printed lots of well, printed materials, and literally became a paper pusher. I have listened to A LOT of client inquiries at the front desk trying to learn the ways of being an office boy again.

And I have to swallow again the proverbial PRIDE chicken, from being a gofer (a dignified euphemism for you know what) to the pay (which is way way back to my previous pay). From a previous supervisory position to a project based position, yeah I have to swallow the whole chicken and try not to choke.

But I need to go through this to become a common beaurucrat and be secured for years ahead, that’s the name of the game today. 

and finally

and finally, I have resigned.

After working for 3 years in a BPO, I finally called it quits last March. Call it burning out or something, I found myself un-enjoying the work anymore. Work is good though, albeit some petty office politics and some bad people. However I found the distaste in my mouth growing and growing until I can’t shake the taste anymore.

Call it case of the blues.

I think I have found the setting suffocating. It’s a dead end job anyway and I don’t see myself growing anymore I guess.

Or maybe I got tired of the office meetings. Its über long complete with the litanies for the last 3 years. Or maybe I got tired of being ignored.

Or maybe I’m just tired. When asked why I am resigning I can’t think of anything to says except "I’m going to the beach" which sadly I haven’t done after 2 weeks of loafing around.

Being unemployed, I found myself going through again the feeling of being an applicant. I hope I get that job next week or else I’ll scour again the pages of MB Classifieds.

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This is an aid to spanking the monkey…

nice photo Robby. Thanks!