The first interview for my personal secretary does not begin well. She reminds me of my third grade teacher. At any minute I expect her to slap my hand with a ruler. There happens to be one on my desk. I feel foolish, but with a clumsy slight-of-hand, I try to slide it into my top desk drawer unnoticed.

Next I imagine her riding a bicycle and staring me down, as if to say,"And your little dog too!"

For a moment there, I almost convince myself it is my third grade teacher ...she appears old enough! But possibly, the poor lady was forced out of retirement because she had to make ends meet during this very difficult economy. Not everyone has prospered as I have during these bad economic times. I begin to feel sorry for her, and almost feel inclined to hire her, but I can't ...there's no designated area for her to park her bicycle, or her broom, as the case may be!