With the fire of 1,000 suns

The Petite Filet hates her job. A lot. And she's got a lot of good reasons to feel that way. Sometimes she questions her return to the workforce at all, but she knows it is good for the Cutlet to have time away from momma. It had been good for her in the beginning to have some adult interaction. It was also good for our bank balance, as we are "above average" in the credit-card debt department. We have been able to pay some of them off and cancel them, and we haven't added any new debt in the past several months.

Now, the search has begun for a new working adventure. Anyone who's done it lately knows that looking for a job is a full-time job in itself. I've been blessed that jobs have practically fallen in my lap, and I've always left a job I didn't necessarily hate in good standing to pursue something else. I've never taken a pay cut (yet), and I've never regretted moving on. I've worked my current job for about a year, and already make nearly $10,000 more than I did at my previous job. I like it here a lot more, I'm more relaxed and I'm fully using my college degree. The Petite Filet's current job has issues that won't be resolved easily or under the current management, even when she's adjusted her attitude and renewed her commitment to the department.

Any Fort Worth-area employers looking for an intelligent, hard-working and dedicated worker are encouraged to e-mail me. She has a journalism degree, having worked as a newspaper reporter and in public school communications/public relations. Did I mention she can bake a mean batch of brownies?