Let the good times roll That's what I told myself when the Director of the Central Intelligence Agency asked for volunteers for early out retirement in 1979. Since then, they've rolled, and rolled, and are still rolling Of course I had apprehensions. Who wouldn't? I don't care how calm, mature and sophisticated we appear on the outside ...inside, it's a gut-rendering decision to just walk away from a 27-year career at age 46 on a reduced annuity. I took a long and hard look at what I was about to undertake. What am I going to do with all of that time on my hands? After 10 minutes of heavy deliberation, I raced to the Personnel Office to get my name on that list. sense of humor. I said to myself, Self? This is the first day of the rest of your life. Get out of bed and go for it friends. I decided to convert them into a manuscript. (The letters, Mouse, not the relatives and friends.) Throughout it, you will find my friendly imaginary companion, Mouse, both in the text conversations and illustrations. I call him Mouse. That's because he is a mouse. He was my inspiration for the original title, A Mouse In My Pocket because we collaborated on key issues. Due to a quirk of fate, one of the publishing companies I queried mistakenly thought I had written a children's book and rejected it on that basis. From that clue, I knew I would not reach the readership I am seeking, i. e., primarily those people who are reaching crossroads or crises in life that tie big granny knots in anyone's stomach. I speak of job changes, end-of-career retirement, or anything that forces people out of the security of their status quo, that may cause stress syndrome, anxiety, apprehension, or in simple terms... just plain gut rendering fear. As I said myself...What will I do with all that time on my hands? How will I cope? I hope this rendition of tales, short tails and long tales, will give them inspirati that title change. I assure you, you are still the Star of the Show in the text and illustrations. In fact, I am naming you as Chairmouse-In-Charge-Of-Entertainment, so do your stuff. from one facet of my life to another without an overall plot as such. It's about how I, as a starving artist, used all my wits to make it in the art community in Eau Gallie, Florida; of how I was Cinderella at the Ball; and worked in ladies' lingerie (sex sells) in a local department store (in other words...packing the beef) to afford a new car. My artwork took me to a local marina to design a business logo, business cards, letterhead, signs, and banners for a local sailing club where I eventually became employed, by choice, as a boat bum doing yacht maintenance and administrative office work. I later went from a maid/nanny position to Executive Private Secretary for the same wealthy family. With all my job hopping, I never knew what was just around the next bend...a pleasing surprise...or stark terror. In my writing style, I have embellished each item with all of the after-the-fact humor one sees when looking back to otherwise mundane situations... I could've... I should've... I would've Monday morning quarterbacking. Illustrated cartoons enhance situations and augment the message, as an adjective mod captain and sailing instructor from the Indian River Sailing Club (IRSC) where I previously worked. | From The Cia To Easy Street by Patricia Whitright Black, Paperback | Indigo Chapters