Career Path-Not or I Think I'll Just Keep The Job I Have

I've had my current job for over 11 years and there are days (weeks and months) when I think I need a change, something different and maybe part time. I'm not even sure how to go about looking for a job in today's world, but I'm pretty sure a resume  is involved and that's where I run into trouble. My career path (or lack therof) has zigged and zagged such that my resume would probably only zig-zag its way to someone's trash.

My first job, other than babysitting, was when I was 14. I opened mail for a newspaper columnist, Troy Gordon. He wrote a humor column for the Tulsa World, so he, in turn, got some pretty funny mail. Not a bad first job.

When I was 16 I worked after school in the stationery department of a fancy department store. My favorite part of that job was getting to go to the store's hoity-toity tea room during my dinner break.

Then came college and a journalism degree. That got me a job at a newspaper with stellar assignments like writing obituaries and covering school board meetings in Norman, OK.

Then came Motherhood, my most important and most lasting job, but not exactly a resume filler. Over the next 15 or so years, I had several part-time jobs in several cities. I taught pre-school (loved it) for a few years. I did some free lance writing for local publications. I worked as an assistant producer for a radio talk show, which was one of the most fun jobs I ever had. I did some modeling and taught a class at a junior college called "Poise for the Professional Woman". (I hated that name). I wrote feature stories and a weekly column for the Daily Oklahoman in Oklahoma City.

After some life changes (divorce) and some additional schooling, I went to work full-time for the first time in years as a paralegal. After a few years I decided I needed something more lucrative and worked for a factory rep firm that sold furniture to hotels and hospitals. I was a dismal failure at that job, but to this day I can identify the manufacturer of the fabric on a chair in a hotel room.

A couple of zigs and zags after that I began my current job in financial services.

Since I have no clue how to put all the above into a coherent resume, I guess I will keep the job I have until I get the courage to call myself "retired".