Last July I lost my job as an Administrative Assistant.
I've always been quite a positive person and not one to sit around, so I set out to find a new job immediately.
After seven months, I've sent out hundreds of resumes and had dozens of interviews, but I haven't had a single job offer. I've been looking for secretarial or administrative work, but a recruiter recently suggested that I lower my sights and consider a janitorial position.
I was very angry with the man, but once I got home I fell into a deep depression.
At this point my confidence is totally shattered. I can't figure out what kind of work I should be looking for. I really don't know what to do.
I hope you can help me.
Your question will be answered by escaped convict, Oscar "Manny" Manheim in "Runaway Train."
Thanks for writing and continued good luck with that job search.
My wife is a doctor and, though we rarely argue, we almost came to blows over the recent healthcare debate.
She believes a free market economy is necessary to drive progress and it's why America leads the field in medicine. She says I'm naive, a hopeless liberal and beyond help.
My understanding is that a free market economy is driven by the need to generate profit. It's a terrific model for producing something as desirable as the iPhone, but not so great when it comes to generating compassion for the sick.
I've nothing against profit, but I've yet to see a graph that shows it's relationship to "care" and "healing."
All my wife's friends at the hospital where she works say the legislation will destroy the healthcare system.
Do all doctors feel this way? We've had centuries of private healthcare and most people seem to hate their medical providers.
If I'm wrong, shouldn't everything be working great just the way it is?
Grosse Pointe, Michigan
Your question will be answered Dr. Herbert Bock, the hard-drinking, straight-talking Chief of Medicine
from "The Hospital" and a man who's eminently familiar with both medical problems and marital strife.
Thanks for opening up.
After my husband, Jack, retired we moved to France.
He'd spent part of his childhood here and had always wanted to come back. It wasn't a dream I discouraged. After forty years perming hair in Kirksville, Missouri, a cottage on the French coast sounded like a real nice idea.
Four months ago Jack suffered a massive heart attack. It was so sudden and unexpected, I still can't believe he's gone.
I depended on him for so many things. My French is terrible, so Jack did all the talking and translating.
His death left me alone and grieving in a foreign country. I need support, but I'm surrounded by people I can't even understand.
I've never felt so desperate to hear an American voice.
I'd welcome any advice you may have.
Your question will be answered by Leeloo, the exceptionally chatty, genetically reconstructed, Supreme Being from
"The Fifth Element." She should know a thing or two!
We loved your colorful postcard. Cats are a bit mad, aren't they?