Friday, October 30, 2009
Oh, no--time to become someone else AGAIN
Rick Hampson, USA Today, talks about reinventing yourself. Hey, my Mom invented me! Don’t make me start over on this monumental project.
Positive people (them!) see this economic disaster as a catalyst—forcing them to their true calling or something. I tuned out.
I used to be a lobbyist, then a Mom, then a freelancer, then a screenwriter, now a ticked-off pauper. What a deal!
Hampson talks of lumber workers becoming nurses, paralegals selling cosmetics, interior designers cooking barbecue. Hey, I wish my kid would just be an interior designer—something for which she has an aptitude--forget the brisket.
Figure out something people will do or buy even if they are hurting—pets, appearance, maybe health.
One woman became a dog walker—she bought a franchise.
Which reminds me. I hired a former computer analyst turned pet groomer to help me cut matted fur off my 26-lb cat Chubby Butters. I was holding the Chubster, when the yellow fellow sank a tooth into my hand, blood went everywhere, the ceiling even, and I ended up with a tetanus shot and antibiotics, not to mention a trip to the doc.
See? That guy? Should have stuck with the computer game.
As for me, I am not holding cranky animals ever again.