At The End Of the Day…
October 25, 2013 Leave a comment
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40-something-yrs-old and I still don't know what I want to be when I grow up. My resume reads like a food court menu: educator, dog walker, product manager, executive director, managing editor - and that's just the notable titles. I entertain all offers and consider myself up for the job until someone tells me I'm not. I've never been fired.
What I lack in direction, I make up for in enthusiasm.
