Georgia on my mind

In addition to the trauma of losing my job and the feeling of shame at having to run home to mama, I had other bumps along the way.

I lost three of my four beloved cats. Teddy. Katie. Nikki. They were gone from my life, from my lap, but never from my heart.

It turned out that my condo would need a lot of work before it could be sold. A LOT of work.

In the end, I lost a ton of money on the sale. But it did sell, and I was free to move to Atlanta.

My mother, dear woman that she is, went out of her way to make me at home in her small condo.

She even went so far as to turn her screened porch into a room for me to use as an office.

I settled in with Clarissa, my remaining cat, and set to work to find work.

It had been 33 years since I had written a resume. After assimilating a mass of info on the Internet, I wrote up a document that I hoped would do the trick.

I pointed out all my "soft skills": glad to come in early and work late; always on time; great relations with co-workers; ability to easily master new computer programs; Internet savvy; etc.

I hauled out the Atlanta business pages (good lord, it sure was bigger than the Greenville version!) and noted the addresses of about 50 doctor's practices in my immediate area. They all received my resume and a cover letter offering to volunteer my services.

And, someone actually bit.