This talk about jobs has me remembering some things. In the 70's (during the same time as the car wreck, murder of my sister, etc, etc.) I managed the collection division of a credit bureau...bill collector. Can't find a more stressful job. In that five years, I had a gun pulled on me twice. And you don't make a lot of friends. I'm beginning to realize it's a freakin' miracle I survived it all ! There is so much I just haven't even thought about and dismissed as trivial. I miss working!