When I graduated from college, I played all summer, then decided to take a stab at the Real World. One Sunday I opened the Boston Globe. I circled one ad. I typed up one résumé (this was long before people had home computers or word processors, my friends). I had one interview. I was hired and stayed at that company for 11 years, until it was sold! I started as an Editorial Assistant, then became an Associate Editor, then a full Editor, then finally a Senior Editor who also supervised other Editors—and had my own Editorial Assistant! When I started freelancing full-time, my colleagues had scattered, so I had contacts at every company around and could get more work than I wanted. I didn't even need a résumé—everyone knew me. When I started having kids, I cut way back on freelancing—so far back, in fact, that it appeared I'd stopped freelancing altogether. I took a job here or there when something fell into my lap, but that was about all. Now that I'm getting back into it, I'm finding that I need a résumé. I mostly look at CraigsList ads, and lots of them require a résumé—although not all, because I have found work without one. Well, for this latest gig I'm trying to get (which seems deadly boring but stunningly lucrative—to offset my other jobs, which are fun and interesting but pay peanuts), I've already done the sample edit, but they really want a résumé. So I've been working on it all week, and it's hard! I used to have a drawer full of résumés from freelancers; now I don't even know what they look like anymore. I haven't done one since they've all gone electronic, so I have to make sure it e-mails well. I don't know whether to list all these old companies I used to freelance for years ago, or anything. Ugh. Well, I'm determined to slap together something today, but it won't be pretty.