So last year, well technically until February, the Chinese Zodiac year was a Rooster. Last February 7th, I posted the prediction for me and my husband. At the time, I didn't think B's goatish whimsy fortune was that accurate, I look back on it and laugh at how wrong I was.Without further adieu, how the year shaped up for this old cock:

Road Ahead of Roosters

This Chinese New Year could be the first day of the rest of your life. In Rooster years, people born in this sign must plan the next dozen years with utmost foresight.

I don't know how to plan the next dozen years with utmost foresight, but I have a pretty basic plan for the next 4-7 years. I hope that's enough.

You have been longing to change your life, waiting for the chance to unload responsibility and finally feel free to be the person you know you really are. Get started now.

I was longing to change my life. I really wanted to go to grad school, and after a fortituitous turn of events, I was accepted to a Ph.D. program in Creative Writing and Literature. That's where my 'pretty basic plan' comes into play: graduate.

Change of residence is likely.

This is very interesting, because a change of residence did occur for every Rooster I know. I moved from the Valley to Downtown L.A. However, that's not the truly interesting part. Three of my other friends, who are all cocks as well (only one actually has one, though) all are changing residences. So there's me and moving to downtown. There's Princess Blogonoke who not only moved to Oregon for half of the year, but her fiance moved to Culver City (about 20 miles from where I live) and when they get married later this year, she'll be living out here, too. My friend Nick graduated and has left the U.P. and has a job lined up downstate. And Lindsi sold her house in Rancho Cordova (right outside of Sacramento), made a profit of $95,000 and is moving to Boston.

You will dissolve a partnership to break new ground on your own.

I was "laid off" in the now infamous "not pretty enough to answer phones" debacle of Aero Film '05. Lindsi also dissolved a partnership with SBC, the company she had worked for 6 years (since we were 18) on account of her move to Boston.

Watch your pennies.

When B was working for GamesWorkshop and only making $8.50 an hour, I was receiving unemployment. It was extremely tight financially.

You'll be needing them when you move to Paris or New York or even back to Squedunk where you came from.

Well, I'm not from Squedunk, but we did move to the heart of L.A. Although, there isn't really a lot of heart around. It's actually kind of weird. We're supposedly "centrally located" but the nearest grocery store is 4 miles away. The nearest mall is 11 miles away. But the main branch of the public library is only a few blocks away, and Rite Aid sells milk, so we're good.

Hook up with a wise Snake or marry yourself to a stolid Ox. You'll be needing some ballast for the long haul.

I didn't need a Snake, I had my dreamy goat-boy.

Dreamy GoatsThe Rooster year is challenging for dreamy, whimsical Goats.

Challenging... deceitful... whatever...

Harsh directives, rigid dictates and tight schedules are your worst enemies.

It really was. B was working at GamesWorkshop from end of January/February until August last year. The management sucked and barked orders rather than merely explaining things. Oh, not to mention the shady ways of conducting business, for instance hiring him with the "intention to make him manager" but pulling the whole switcheroo and leading him on for months instead. And one mustn't forget the misogynistic atmosphere. Plus, the schedule and the "uniform" blew. B had to close the store every night, because all of their events started around 5 PM so they wanted the best employee to run them. He rode the bus, so he wouldn't get home until 11 or 11:30 at night. You know what's really sad about our country? Oftentimes, the jobs that leave you the most tired pay the least...

Don't even try to tow the line.

After a while, B was outright rebellious. When it became quite clear that the higher-ups at GamesWorkshop were never going to promote him the way he had been promised, he stopped doing his job and was just a warm body in the store.

It's useless to fight your own sweet nature. Stay out of the line of fire.

B could never bring himself to out and out confront anyone about the deceit because it just didn't matter in the grand scheme of things. Instead, he got an interview while he was still working at GamesWorkshop, and obtained a job as a chemist, put his two weeks notice in, and now gets paid exactly twice what he used to make. Not too shabby, eh?

Use this year to build better castles in the air.

I'm not really sure if he's done this, but every day he plays with Quicken and is amazed that we're bringing in more money than is going out.

But don't neglect your love life.

Oh, it hasn't.

There is a mellow Pig or cozy Rabbit lurking out there who longs to support you in style while you concoct even the zaniest of schemes.

All he needs is cock. And if I'm not there to provide him with all of his Roosterly needs, then I'm sure Josh would be more than happy to comply.

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