At the financial asset management firm where I worked for 5 and 1/2 years, I did not really “fit in” with the others there.  Why?  It’s hard to know where to start…but our values were just different.  I was more concerned with world affairs than what was on TV.  I live in the country, in an over-100-year-old house, and buy my clothes at thrift shops and the Salvation Army.  Most of my co-workers lived in the city or the suburbs and bought their clothes at the mall.  I badgered the bosses into letting me start a recycling program in the office.  I was appalled at the waste of food I saw everyday and talked my co-workers into giving me their leftovers instead of throwing them out, which I then brought home to our chickens or to our compost bin.  My co-workers learned that if they had questions about being a vegetarian, natural foods, green living, meditating, Yoga…I was the one to ask.  I also gave Tarot card readings, seemed to be able to “read their minds”, and celebrated days like Beltane, Dia de los Muertos and solstices instead of July 4th and Christmas.  So what’s all this got to do with Friday the 13th?  Because for all of the reasons above, and more, I was called the “office witch”, and on Friday the 13th, everyone would say, “…but it’s Mari’s lucky day!”.   And so it was.