Lately, I've been feeling like a former porn star who had a spiritual awakening and is now slugging pancakes at 4:00 am at Denny's. Even though she misses that big fat steady paycheck, she knows she stands on a higher rung on the Ladder of Dignity and Self-Respect. Ok, so that's an extreme analogy. But not really. Even if I wasn't giving metaphorical blow jobs....I was being asked to...

No, you can't go home again, nor can you go back to a dignity-sucking, backstabbing profession at which you've been thrown under the bus so many times you've got skid marks on your back. But you can go back to Nordstrom rack.

The point is that now that I'm seeking work that reflects my feelings of self-worth, I'm not making the dinero. There's just a lot more money in the ass business.

Boy, there is some serious potty talk here.

Just for today, I can start a new career.