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I should have checked my hem first.

A number of years back, I went for a job interview for a job that I didn't really want in the first place.  Because I didn't really have the drive to show off a sparkling wit, or a dazzling intellect, or an amazing level of competence in my responses, I was calm, relaxed, confident and personable.  To this day, I think it was the best interview I ever gave.

As I walked out of the building into the spring sunshine, I descended the steps marvelling at what a cake walk the interview had been.  Then my high heel caught in the fallen hem of my dress pants and I tipped over straight-legged onto the unforgiving cement sidewalk below like an AT-AT Walker into the frozen ground of Hoth.

The Universe does not like me happy.  It really doesn't.  The above is what I think is one of the most humourous of my examples, but it is by no means the only example of how I have been taken down a peg by the Powers That Be because I was too pleased with myself, my abilities or my good fortunes.  "Abundant Energy Follows Intention"?  No.  Not for me it does not.  My abundant energy ricochets and beans me straight between the eyes with the opposite of my intention and knocks me back on my keester. 

The Universe obviously has found me to be too boastful of late.  So, let me share some things I've been lacking lately:  Respect.  Dignity.  Communication.  Maybe it's because I have so much experience working in such a wide variety of sectors and with so many different professions, that I've cultivated such a solid perspective about how to deal with others - not only those in positions above me, but those beneath me as well.  Never before has the importance of valuing people who possess these traits resonated so profoundly with me.

So there Universe.  You can let me up now.

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