The time someone was totally wrong
My friend Jill is as obsessed with readings as I am. She brought me to a woman out in Suffolk County somewhere. This had to have been over 12 years ago. The house was a disaster. We were ushered into what was a formerly a screened in porch. It was so filled with junk and piles of I don’t even want to know what. You couldn’t sit. You could hear multiple yapping dogs barking and throwing their bodies against an unseen door. The psychic herself looked every inch the part, dressed in a flowing, multi colored billowy caftan thing, with big hoop earrings. Lots of makeup, an ashtray beside her. She dumped a bunch of her crap onto the floor and had me sit. She announced that you couldn’t use a recorder because her “psychic vibration” was so strong it would make the unit malfunction. So I put my little recorder away.
I was scheduled for a half hour, my norm. She told me random things, like I’d take a trip soon. A long trip or a short trip, I asked. She looked at me, “A short one, for pleasure.” I had nothing planned but hey, who knew. Then she said to me, “Your boss is a woman?” I said no. She insisted, “Your boss is going to be a woman then, soon.” Ummm, ok. She said, “Well, they are going to suddenly move to Florida in February and you will get their job. It’s a good move for you. I think you should take it. “ My time with her up, I thanked her, gave her her money and walked out to the car, where Jill was reading her book, waiting her turn. She went in.
We drove away from the psychic CONVINCED she was a fraud. And a hoarder. We were annoyed we had driven out to the end of freaking Long Island to meet with a person we could have found in any store front with a neon palm glowing in the front. I told her, “That person who said she was great is an idiot.”
epilogue: About 2 years later, I had a woman boss who without any warning at all, suddenly announced that she was moving to Florida. I was offered her job. I took it. It was a good move for me.
