On Wednesday, I will attend a job fair in Atlanta in hopes that someone will find my experience and stellar personality intriguing and feel compelled to offer me a job with pay equal to my prior job (yippee!), limited hours (11:00 am - 2:00 pm), long lunches (from 11:15 - 1:45), a large expense account, fabulous benefits (health insurance yea!!! ...mammogram here I come), a corner office with a view and of course, a bang up staff! I mean, hey, why wouldn't someone want to hire this babe? OK, I think I may be a little tipsy from the fresh cold glass of milk I happen to be sipping at the moment. My guess is there will be thousands and thousands of qualified people all vying for a handful of jobs. Where will I fit into this room full of other eager, desperate people? Well, I suppose right in the middle. There's nothing worse than being unemployed. The truth of the matter is, I miss my old job so very much. So much, in fact, that I dream about my old job once every two t...