Sun and Venus square Sun

This was the day I chose (?) to begin work on a job transcribing interviews with playwrights and actors -- not great sound, as we say in the business, and a lot of overtalk and laughter, so I'm charging by the hour rather than the usual sweatshop practice of by the page and am keeping careful track of my time.

I'd been working for exactly seven minutes and had managed about four lines of copy when the phone rang -- scarcely as dramatic as a cookbook interpretation of Sun square Sun, which will say something along the lines of it being a time of challenge and crisis with others working at cross-purposes to your aims and goals, with you being forced to prove that what you're doing is worthwhile -- but appropriate enough for everyday astrology.  Of course there's always free will, and I could have let the phone ring, but there's always the possibility Mick Jagger might call so I picked up, had a 15 minute chat (not with Mick Jagger), pointed out that I do work from home, hung up, noted the time again and went back to transcribing.

With Venus square the Sun I wasn't expecting too much of myself in the way of discipline and concentration so was somewhat stunned by mid-afternoon to find I'd finished one of the four tapes of the job. (Presumably the Venusian artistic nature of the interviews worked in my favor.) Such an accomplishment required immediate major reward and I plonked myself down on the couch with a Granny Smith apple and a jar of Skippy Extra-Crunchy Peanut Butter (on sale this week at C-Town for $1.99) to watch Dr. Phil, at which point the invisible, ineffable workings of the universe made themselves manifest to me once more in all their awesome glory and the phone rang again. Life, as Noel Coward was always so fond of saying, had dealt me another blow.

Somehow, calling on all my inner strength and powers of recuperation, I made it through the rest of the day unopposed, managing to watch the last half of Dr. Phil uninterrupted and then, wonder of wonders, going back to work and finishing another tape, typing "End of Tape Two" just as the Venus square the Sun aspect perfected. I made myself a big bowl of no-fat Fage yoghurt with brown sugar sprinkled on top and settled in to watch Jeopardy. It's a hard life.