I’ve become attached to my blue sofa . What should I do? Weeks have gone by and I’m exhausted. I’ve gone to every event imaginable–Internet Marketing Mondays, Solar Energy Ice Cream Bash, Private Equity Pre-Olympic Drinkathon–and not a single job interview. My apartment is filled with business cards. I don’t even remember who these people are. How can I expect them to remember me? I think I left my self-esteem at one of these events. In the coat room.
The phone rings and it’s Cora Flowers, a career counselor I met at my flurry of events.
“So, PinkSlip, how’s it going?” she asks blithly.
I do not want to have this conversation. (I’m even getting pity from my manicurist. She looks at me and in broken English says, “How sad. At least I’m busy.” Well, I cut back and only had one hand painted.)
“Lousy” I moan. There, I said it.
“Well, where do you want to work?” she asks cheerily. One of my clients networked herself into a co mpany in two days after she was fired.”
Oh, give me a break. “Nowhere, I don’t want to work anywhere. As a matter of fact, I want to be “The Harvard Dog Walker.” Six dogs on a leash. I’ll recite Chaucer to your pooch while they poop!”
“PinkSlip, you need help. Please let me help you. I want you to take the Myers Briggs Personality Test and Strong Inventory of Interests. I won’t take no for an answer. ”
I think, perhaps there is an answer…