Before lunch with Dad and Aunt Helen, I printed out business cards as my career consultant advised. I just put down my name, various positions held, cell phone number and email address. There was this part of me that wanted to type:
You’ve just had the pleasure of meeting:
BIG MOMMA DONNA
New Freedom Rider

But I am not a New Freedom Rider nor have I ever been referred to as Big Momma Donna. My father sometimes calls me asshole but that’s done in a good natured way.

Right now I am momentarily avoiding my resume. You see, I need to open up my dashboard reports to figure out my old Call Center stats and I really have no desire to reopen that chapter in my life. What I have done is made peppermint tea, lit a peppermint candle and lathered peppermint chapstick on my lips. I figure if I surround myself with my favorite flavor maybe I won’t notice my discomfort related to my resume. Enough is enough. It’s time for some Morita Therapy. JUST DO IT!!!!