The Absolute Chaos of May 2020 and the Weirdest Career Influence
Man, May 2020. Seriously, who can forget that mess? Everything was locked down. We were all sitting in our sweatpants pretending to be productive, while really just watching the news cycle repeat the same loop of dread. I was stuck in a job that had gone completely remote, and honestly, the management structure just evaporated. We were floating, getting paid, but feeling totally useless. The anxiety was peaking.
I needed something to latch onto. Something definitive, because my brain felt like soup. I’m a Virgo, right? And I usually laugh at that cosmic nonsense, but desperation makes you do funny things. One slow Monday, I was doom-scrolling and landed on some random astrology site—not even a good one—just some popup garbage. It was the “Virgo Career Horoscope for May 2020.”
I clicked it. Why? I still don’t know. Maybe I needed a sign that wasn’t “go refill your coffee.”
What the stupid thing said wasn’t fluffy. It wasn’t “great luck is coming.” It basically hammered home this idea: “Structure is crumbling. You are holding dead weight. The universe demands a calculated, painful cut to secure future foundations.”
Listen, I had wanted to quit my main job for six months, and I had this draining side hustle that paid the bills but ate my weekends. I was paralyzed by fear. But reading that poorly translated, garbage horoscope, something just clicked. It felt like the permission I needed to stop analyzing and start acting. I didn’t suddenly believe in Jupiter, but I decided to use this bizarre external prompt as the justification for the destruction I knew had to happen. I had three massive problems I was avoiding. This horoscope, ironically, forced my hand.
Decision 1: Yanking the Plug on the “Guaranteed” Income Stream
The first thing I tackled was the side hustle. This thing was supposed to be a small supplement; it had turned into a second full-time job with a terrible client who never respected boundaries. It was a digital marketing retainer that felt like having a leech attached to my mental energy. I kept telling myself, “Don’t quit, you need the extra cash for the emergency fund.”
But the horoscope said “dead weight.” I woke up the next morning, wrote a brutally honest, polite termination email, and sent it at 7 AM. No negotiation. No turning back. I just pulled the plug. The immediate effect was terrifying—$2,000 a month gone. But the mental freedom? Priceless. I instantly gained back 20 hours a week and, more importantly, my weekends. This was the foundation-clearing step.
Decision 2: Burning the Bridge at the Main Gig
The main job was next. It was comfortable, remote, and paid fine, but the future trajectory was zero. It was stagnant water. I had been planning to ask for a big raise and a title change for months, compiling data, rehearsing arguments. I kept putting it off because I didn’t want the conflict.
The horoscope pushed me toward conflict, demanding I “secure my value now.” So I stopped planning. I marched (virtually, via Zoom) into my boss’s office, laid out exactly why I deserved a 30% raise and the new title, and gave him a clear timeline: one week to approve it, or I was gone. No compromise. I forced the issue.
Guess what? They refused. They stalled, offered 5%, and tried to butter me up with future promises. I immediately drafted my resignation. It felt insane to walk away from a stable job during a global economic crash, especially after just losing the side income. But I walked. I was unemployed, with nothing lined up, but I had finally respected my own value. This action destroyed the existing structure completely.
Decision 3: The Unthinkable Pivot to Stability Over Excitement
Now, I had zero income and was living off savings, which terrified me. My initial plan was to jump into a shiny new startup, chasing high risk and high reward. But the Virgo mantra was all about “future foundations” and “calculated security.”
I started receiving calls from recruiters almost immediately. One was from a massive, boring, multinational logistics corporation. The kind of company I always scoffed at—slow-moving, bureaucratic, old-school. But their offer was solid: better benefits than I’d ever had, a significant bump in salary (far more than I had even asked the old job for), and a clear, stable path that was almost guaranteed safe for the next five years. It was stable. It was structured. It was the anti-startup.
I swallowed my pride and chose safety. I took the job. I accepted the corporate structure. I traded the chaos and excitement I craved for the relentless stability I desperately needed at that moment in time. This decision was 100% influenced by interpreting that stupid horoscope as a mandate for structure, not freedom.
The Aftermath
So, did the Virgo career horoscope actually influence my job changes? Look, I’m not lighting candles and consulting tarot cards now. But that ridiculous piece of digital junk provided the necessary kick in the rear. It gave me the external justification to stop procrastinating and make the three key, highly risky decisions I needed to make:
- I killed the drain on my energy (Side Hustle).
- I forced my previous employer to value me, and when they wouldn’t, I left (The Ultimatum).
- I chose long-term, unexciting stability over short-term thrill (The Pivot).
The change was brutal, messy, and financially stressful for two months, but that May 2020 panic attack, disguised as an astrological prediction, ended up being the best career advice I never knew I needed. Now I’m in a better, more secure place than I’ve ever been. Maybe the universe does work in mysterious, algorithmically-generated ways.
