
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.




















