Climbing the ladder? You’re also replacing the rungs.
Tuesday’s script is “Succession” but make it unionized. Saturn is retrograde in Aries, so you’re realizing just how much you hate inefficiency even as you’re forced to redo other people’s half-baked plans. Today’s news is all about confrontations with power: the LGBTQ+ newsroom going full French Revolution on their MAGA-lovin’ overlords? You’re basically their emotional PR firm, crafting the perfect “we’re not mad, just disappointed” statement. Venus square Pluto is your excuse for directness: channel Bob Mackie’s “Cher at the Met,” not “Cher on QVC.” The waxing crescent moon says: professional glow-up, but with a little Scorpio pettiness. Instead of grinding in private, show off the results. If someone’s hoarding credit, demand your Emmy. You’re not here to play supporting character; you’re prepping your own acceptance speech (and maybe a little sabotage, just for fun).
That was the vibe check.
The Drip fits every Capricorn. The Oracle is couture: your exact chart, down to the minute.
