CompuServe Messages

"Resumes? RESUMES?!" she screamed. "I spent 4 years studying English Lit (with a minor in design) at Penguin U., just to do _your_ resume??" "N-N-N-o," I stammered. "I'm thinking of starting a Resume Writing Newsletter (with lecture series, of course). Do you know where I can find a brilliant and talented designer/writer/editor/artist/printer-broker that will work for $25K a year?" At this point, her eyes started to glaze over; strange, gutteral sounds started eminating from somewhere along her esophagus; and she dropped into the horse stance. I knew my days–no, my _seconds_–were numbered, when all of a sudden I heard a blood curdling cry in the distance….