Career Advice

I’m thinking of changing careers. It’s that time again – and it’s déjà vu all over. Those who know me and previous columns might remember my diatribe with spiders. Well, I’ve moved, and d-mned if the things haven’t followed me, or sent out a telepathic message. “C’mon over to this house! It’s warm, and the household does not believe in killing insects! Ya just get thrown out, and so ya come right back in!”

Mind you, the spiders are different. Bigger. Just what I needed.

So I need to become a Spider-Buster. Any help on this mid-life change in career would be greatly appreciated. So far I’ve called a few exterminators, but all they offer is to fumigate IF the house is over-ridden. And I was told I’m too squeamish to bother training as an exterminator. So cross that off the list of career choices.

Maybe I should offer a reward to the one who is able to guide me – yeah right. I can see it now – Mr. Spider comes to my door, rings the bell, is dressed with a baseball cap, armed with papers under three of his legs, and two reaching out asking for the money.

Guess I’ll go to a Coach. At least it will be an even match – for me.

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