To stay too long in one place, something or someone would blow because I wouldn’t let them have power over me. This made them mad, because they had seniority and ruled the roost. So they constantly tried to order me about and tell me what to do and how to do it their way, and if I ignored them and did a good job my way, it made these women very angry. It’s like they were telling me, “Get with the program, Victoria” and if I didn’t because my program worked better and got my work done faster and more efficiently, well, that was that. Someone would start a smear campaign and ruin my references. But thankfully my male bosses always gave me good letters of reference which overrode what those missy pissy wenches were in knots about.

I get along well with men but women at work would eat me alive if I let them. It’s like they consider me a threat to their existence or something, when I’m just doing my thing. So for the last decade I’ve been doing my own thing, alone, and managed to stay out of trouble when I did. I learned to not socialize in the lunchrooms and to not get involved in office politics. The vultures still come after me and eye me with suspicion but you get used to it after awhile. A person needs a couple of close loyal friends outside of the 6th house when Pluto is lurking there in the shadows–and then everything is tolerable.

Pluto in the 7th? Oh dear. I will be sure to stay single and avoid public partnerships of any kind. I barely made it through Pluto in the 6th; the 7th could kill me. Especially since it is sitting right on my Descendant, conjunct Lilith. Any guy I get involved with now will be the death of me, literally.