Someone asked me about writing a message to the people and what that would sound like. In order to write a message to the people I thought I should have to have some. I used to in another life. It was a corporate life back at Apple Computer, that was a long time ago at least 3 careers back. It’s not like a have ADD or something, it’s just that….oh look a butterfly, eh you get the point. As a side note in a more recent life I was in the school system they don’t have a lot of hierarchy action like corporate America does, they have kingdoms. There is a Principal and Vice Principal and minions. Which doesn’t bother me, it’s not like I’m a good minion, I don’t take direction well. These days I am working solo and am my own minion which reminded me I needed some people.

I remember being in a meeting once where a peer, a pompous stick up the ass project manager volunteered “his people” for a specific task we were discussing. The thing here was, this stick wasn’t a manager, there were no people reporting to him. He had no visible people. He was doing a power posturing puff-up dance by saying something like that in a meeting. Thinking about it later I had to admit I loved the concept. Having “people” meant you had power. Of course if I had people they would love and adore me; I would be their brilliant fearless leader instead of being another lackey like everyone else sitting around the pressed, imitation wood corporate table. By saying you had “people” you were golden. So I introduced this concept to my sister Chris, the having of the people, perhaps legions of them. Legions of tall, strong, muscular male bodies glistening in the, oh I digress, any hoo.

So was born the concept of “my people” taking on tasks, projects, etc. The key to success was making sure these projects were not time sensitive as to the fact that they really needed to get done in the next decade. My people were successful in that upper management changed direction more frequently than Zsa Zsa Gabor got married. So with each redirection “my people” would be told to stop on the current project and redirect their efforts, it was brilliant really.

The people principle does not however work in a domestic situation. Having my people take care of my laundry, cleaning and bills left me naked, living in squalor and in the dark with my electric turned off. My people work much more effectively when I can put them to work on pointless, daylight burning, pet projects of the clueless. Here my people excel! They can leverage skill sets, crunch timelines and restructure with the best of the best of the imaginary.

Recently one of my imaginary people came to light, or evolved into human form. It only took me 15 years to get this to happen but hell, I am impressed I could manifest one of my people at all. I have a hard time remembering what I walk into a room to get unless I do it 2-3 times. So back to my manifestation, I called my friend John and got his voicemail. Which until that morning I had not paid attention to his outgoing message, but this particular morning I did. What we learn when we listen, my god this was better than sliced bread or my latest science project of bathtub gin! His message said “This is John your house manager please leave a message.” I had manifested a HOUSE MANAGER! I knew John had been a house manager in a previous life for multi million and billionaires but this was a horse of another color. I left my message stating that if he was my house manager he was doing a piss poor job as there were dishes in my sink, laundry to be done and frankly the apartment was a sty. Ok, I had a house manager albeit for a short time. I surmised that because soon after listening to my message he disappeared into the ether. How I know this because the number I had has been disconnected, he moved and all there is left of my new house manager is a faint scent of pancakes… damn. But that’s ok I think I will try manifesting a masseuse named Thor next.