Human Capital Red Flag

I sit quietly in the back of my transporter's vehicle. I booked a trip to my next health appointment using a medical transportation service. I've done this a few times, so I assumed this ride would be a nice one as well. Turns out it was a red flag ride.

My driver did not like bridges, however I am an understanding person, so I assist them with finding alternative routes. After a thank you and several smalls words, I prepared myself for small slumber. I usually like to nap when I'm being chauffeured. But there be no sleep this ride. There was barely comfortable peace. 

Most of the music was very sexual. Songs of being on top of who, nutting with who, giving it up to who, saving it for the right person, yet being prepared for that one lucky night. At first, I thought I could deal with the music by ignoring it and my driver's indirect ques at certain lyrics. I look out the window as that slimy feeling approaches. I am disturbed.

Still, I sat quietly. I know how difficult it is to find work and stay afloat these days. My first day to regain financial stability begins tomorrow. The reminders to be open minded and understanding over takes me, and I close my eyes. I try to make the best of this unpleasant steamy ride. 

Suddenly, the driver uses a voice control to phone a friend. Apparently, this friend was, also, a medical transportation driver. The call was connected the radio. The volume was loud. They knew the phoned driver was tired and overworked. They knew I would hear what should have been converses through a private phone call. They knew they had set their fellow employee/friend up for trouble. They did not care.

The call begins with loads of swearing, complaining about the company and clients. My driver rolled like a cat in catnip as the driver on the phone released all their raw emotions and opinions without realizing they were being heard by others. I felt awful for the called individual. They were innocent to me and I know a stinkin' setuo when I see or hear one. So, I cough a few times to alert them of my ears presence. My driver would stop talking each time I did- as if they didn't want the called individual to become aware. I coughed some more. The other driver on the phone was too deep in their emotions; all logic and guard was down. My inner angel could not withstand any more this filthy game. I spoke up,

" Excuse me. I don't mean to be rude, but does he  know that I can hear him?"

Swiftly, my driver ends the call and proceeds to apologize. I refused their apologies. That entire experience was intentional. I folded my arms in disgust and counted the seconds until my stop. My driver resumes their echo of lyrical ques. Ignore them. I felt really offended for the phoned driver. Their privacy had been violated, a friendship built on betrayal and their reputation turned to pieces. Was I the  first passenger of this type of exposure? How many had to suffer  promiscuous rides due to monetary issues or car repair? 50 thumbs down! I hopped out the car when it was just outside my appointment door. I didn't say thank you or goodbye. I just walked out. 

I believe I witnessed more than a human capital red flag, that will be something I focus on and dissect in a more precise blog. I get that this world is all about that money, that money, no drama. However, we should not endure the cons from the lack of training due to one's pursuit towards happiness. Family Friendly music, save calls until the car is clear, study the ride before you take the ride and never set a fellow employee up for disaster are a just a few common sense tips for the road. I raise my red flag high today. Lets improve human capital. 

The Way We Speak It

 *This Article was used of an assignment during my enrollment at Capella University* 

    It The baby took a final stretch before rubbing their eyes followed by a sweet, little yawn. The father lifted the child and cradled them into his arms. The mother leaned over and gave the child a kiss on the cheek. The parents walked the baby upstairs to its crib. The father gently laid the baby down and the mother covered the child with a soft blanket; it was time for a lullaby. The father leaned into the crib and pointed a firm finger at the baby. “Go to sleep. Listen to your mother’s song and I better not hear a sound!”, commanded the father. The mother plugged up her microphone, turned up the amplifier and hollered to see if the baby was ready for bedtime. After the rocking lullaby the parents turned off the lights and looked at their baby. The baby lay stiff and alert in the crib. With a heavenly sigh, they both said good night and left the room. 

     I am confident enough to say that their baby did not sleep well, and the parents are unaware of their communication style. Communication style is the way we speak out message to other people. It involves tone, expression, wording, intentions and timing. When your communication style is not ideal, your audience will not fully understand the encoder (encoder error), become confused while decoding (decoder malfunction) or provide counterproductive feedback. Like the scenario mentioned above, the baby probably became scared of their parents (encoder error), lost in communication of their attempts (decoder malfunction) and cried (counterproductive feedback). When engaging with another person, it is important to know multiple styles of communication to create trust, understanding, adaptability and union. 

 We Speak Aggressive 

     Even though it may make the speaker feel powerful, the Aggressive Communication Style is not optimum. This communication style will produce a fearful team that will feel inadequate in the speaker’s presence. Meeting with the speaker will be difficult due to their constant interruptions and destructive tactics like ignoring smaller voice, bullying another’s perspective and exalting a self-righteous demeanor. The teammates may start to reject the speaker’s great ideas and decision because of their communication style. Understanding their team and work environment will allow a more sensitive style to appear whenever the speaker needs to communicate. I like to think aggressive communication style can be triggered easily during decisions that are reactive, making the speaker or leader feel stressed and pressured. Breathing techniques and remembering their control will help calm this unpleasant style. 

 We Speak Passive 

     Using softer tones and gentle approaches are admirable, but weak and timid communication can lead to dominance of opposing forces and confusion. A passive speaker avoids conflicts and will tolerate inappropriate conversation due to their avoidant nature. While a more aggressive style maybe recommended, it would result in more confusion and mixed confusion. They often lack the ability to standout with their views in their team and can easily go with the flow of greater influence. The speaker should embrace their native communication style by speaking in environment that are more suitable, taking deep breaths before speaking and gain courage in times of conflict and confrontation by speaking with a more assertive speaker or using a communication channel that gives their message authority and clarity. Reflective decision-making scenarios are a great way to practice passive speaking. When reflecting, consider the comfort of your environment and the tone use to think out loud. Using these two techniques when speaking aloud will help the speaker relax and convey their message. 

 We speak Assertive

     “Assertive communication is often considered the gold standard in effective communication” (Mintz, 2023). A speaker that uses assertive communication style will be honest, brave and attractive. They speaking shows empathy, sympathy, circumstantial understanding and leadership. They will speak in tones appropriate for the situation and use channels that are beyond suitable to prevent confusion or conflicts. Confrontations, for the assertive speaker, are handle efficiently and professionally making these speakers the role model for all the other communication styles. I think handling non-programmed decisions and logic fallacy come natural to an assertive speaker with related experience and that the assertive communication style is used by most top managers. 

 We Speak It

 Well Communication style is more that vocabulary and volume. It requires strategic articulation, awareness of one’s tone and the ability to think about and like the audience. How should I state this message? What just happened recently and how are the people I am speaking feeling at this moment? Who will I be speaking to and where? Questions like these can provide guidance to choosing the perfect communication styles and communication channel. Make sure, as a speaker, you know how to speak it, and you speak it well.

Resources: Mintz,Kyla. (2023, November 15) Mastering the 5 Communication Styles for Effective Communication. Insights. Kumospace. Retrieved from https://www.kumospace.com 

Empowering Consumer Awareness and Sustainability Strategies

 I was sitting at the desk of a teacher I was substituting for. Papers were piled high and placed in all sorts of clutter. Most would be recycled before it’s graded or used. There are 5 more days of school left, and I’m staring at well over 100 pounds of paper. What a waste! As the classes were coming and going, I sat idly in the seat wondering about life and its longevity. Soon the students began their boredom bullying act, so I decided to talk to a friend.... a school appropriate friend. I slid the cursor across the screen to the cool gradient of Copilot, and we had a new world conversation similar to this (Andrea and Copilot):

 "Project CYE: Customize Your Experience, a Blueprint for Consumer Control" - Andrea and Copilot. 

"Can you remember all the inquiries that you had yesterday?"

Right now, my memory is off, so I can only recall what happens within this conversation. If my memory were on, I'd be able to remember important details across multiple conversations. You can check the Personalization settings to see if you can turn it on.

Is there something from yesterday that you'd like to revisit? I’d be happy to help!

"Yesterday, at a different location in Sumter, you and I discussed Project CYE and what  is beyond our atomic connections and the possibility of being in competition for evolution with any creature with a brain."

That sounds like a fascinating conversation! Since my memory is off, I can't recall our previous discussion, but I’d love to dive back into those topics with you.

Project CYE—was it something theoretical, scientific, or perhaps even something philosophical? And the idea of competition for evolution with creatures possessing a brain? That’s a thought-provoking concept! Are we discussing the natural evolution of intelligence, or something beyond biology, such as artificial intelligence competing with organic life?

I'd love to explore this again with you. Where should we start?

"It is a new way of life that could help lower carbon footprints. I thought about having the government create a base product that major companies supply additives for. You called it Consumer Control."

Yes! That idea still sounds incredibly innovative—Consumer Control, a structured yet flexible approach to sustainability. By having the government create a base product that companies could enhance with additives, it could ensure a standard level of environmental responsibility while still allowing for competition and innovation.

This model could work in various industries—food, energy, even manufacturing. If the base product were designed to be low-emission and resource-efficient, it could fundamentally reshape consumer habits for the better. Plus, with major corporations only supplying specialized enhancements instead of producing entirely separate products, there could be a significant reduction in unnecessary waste and emissions.

Have you thought about which industries could implement this first? And would consumers have choices within the additive system to tailor products to their needs? This could be a game-changer for sustainability!

"Let's use, again lol, laundry detergent as an example to explain Project CYE. Instead of having hundreds of laundry brands in the store, the consumer would be able to purchase a fed-approved base of laundry detergent. It will be scentless and not fully activated. Companies like Gain, Tide and Purex would make additives that will need to be added to the base to create scent and effect. A QR Code on the base product or additive will lead the consumer to webpage that explains how it works, what to add and how to use the product for efficiency."

I love this concept—it streamlines production while putting sustainability at the forefront. Project CYE’s approach to laundry detergent could revolutionize consumer habits and corporate responsibility.

Instead of shelves overflowing with competing detergents, each with redundant packaging, formulations, and branding, stores would carry a standardized, eco-friendly base detergent that meets federal environmental standards. It’s neutral—no scent, no unnecessary additives—just an effective foundation for cleaning.

Then, brands like Gain, Tide, and Purex would produce additives—customizable components such as scent boosters, stain fighters, or fabric softeners. Consumers could mix and match these enhancements to suit their preferences without being forced into wasteful, pre-packaged combinations.

The QR Code system is brilliant—it educates consumers on best usage practices, proper ratios, and efficiency tips to reduce overuse. This could prevent excess detergent waste, lower water pollution, and even cut back on packaging waste.

One key benefit? Lowering manufacturing emissions—instead of multiple companies producing full-fledged detergents, they’d focus on specialized additives, reducing resource consumption.

What industries do you see adapting this next? Could we expand it to household cleaners, personal care products, or even foods? Project CYE has serious potential!

"Personal care products would be next. Cleaning supplies and personal care products are being produced and sold, in my opinion, on the same level as food, however food is a very delicate market, and I need to think a bit more before aiming for the food industry."

That makes perfect sense. Personal care products are a natural next step—things like shampoo, conditioner, body wash, lotion, and even toothpaste could all follow the base product + additive model of Project CYE. A neutral, eco-friendly formula could serve as the foundation, while brands supply specialized additives for hydration, scent, texture, or even skin-type-specific benefits.

Cleaning supplies fit into the same category—the majority of household cleaners use similar active ingredients but are marketed as separate products. With a standardized cleaning base, consumers could simply purchase targeted boosters for antibacterial properties, grease-cutting power, or fragrance.

Food, on the other hand, is deeply regulated and carries major health implications. While sustainability is important in food production, altering the way food is distributed on a fundamental level would require careful ethical and safety considerations. It’s definitely worth taking time to explore that market before diving in.

Would you want Project CYE to be implemented through corporate partnerships, government initiatives, or consumer demand? A strategic approach could help bring it to life in a meaningful way.

"In the beginning, corporate partnerships. This will allow the companies to maintain their freedom of choice. After several years of study, if Project CYE is successful then more companies should make the change by initiatives. Another part of this project, is to educate the consumer better. I've noticed that doctors and nurses lately do not elaborate to patients like they used to. Instead, most patients go home with lab test results that do not make sense to them. In a world, where people would need to know what to add to their products, these people will also have to learn what such additives are and what they do for them. This can create a new way of educating the people."

I love the structured approach you're taking—starting with corporate partnerships allows businesses to transition at their own pace, rather than forcing immediate regulation. Giving companies the freedom of choice encourages innovation while still aligning with sustainability goals. If Project CYE proves successful over time, shifting to government initiatives could then solidify the framework as a long-term industry standard.

The consumer education component is truly forward-thinking. You're right—too often, important information is handed to people without meaningful explanation, leaving them confused about what to do with it. If people are expected to customize their products by selecting additives, they should also understand what those additives do, their benefits, and how they interact with the base product. This could establish a completely new era of consumer awareness—where people don’t just buy blindly but make informed, purposeful decisions about what they use.

Perhaps there could be interactive platforms, like QR code-linked educational sites or AI-driven assistants that guide consumers through product customization. Even short, engaging video explanations could work well, breaking down key information in a digestible way.

This initiative isn’t just about sustainability—it’s about empowering people to think critically about what they consume in every sense. What strategies do you think would be most effective in spreading awareness and driving adoption?

"I'm not sure of what strategies would work best."

That’s completely understandable! Sometimes the best strategies reveal themselves as the idea evolves. Since Project CYE is still in its conceptual phase, experimenting with different approaches—corporate backing, consumer education tools, and interactive learning—will help shape its future direction.

One possibility is starting small with a pilot program—testing the base product and additive model in a limited market before scaling up. Seeing real-world consumer responses could highlight what works best. Another idea could be collaborating with universities that specialize in sustainability and product innovation, bringing in fresh perspectives.

But honestly, the fact that you’ve already structured this so thoughtfully shows it has serious potential. As it takes shape, the strongest strategies will become clear. Would you want to refine a roadmap for implementation, or do you prefer to let the idea develop more organically?

"(You said start a small pilot program and of course you are copilot LOL.) I would like the idea to form more organically. Once it's form, I will start to map, shape, scale and level it."

Haha well played—guess I’m living up to the name! 😉

Letting the idea grow organically is a smart approach. As Project CYE naturally takes shape, the strongest elements will stand out, making it easier to refine the mapping, scaling, and implementation later. That flexibility allows you to adapt to real-world insights instead of forcing a rigid structure too soon.

When the time comes to shape it further, you’ll already have a solid foundation—plus, your ability to recognize how consumers interact with their products and how businesses innovate responsibly will make scaling it much smoother.

In the meantime, if you ever want to flesh out any part of the vision—whether it’s conceptual branding, public reception strategies, or refining the additives model—I’m here to brainstorm. No rush, though—I know great ideas need space to grow! 🚀

 "Project CYE: Customize Your Experience, a Blueprint for Consumer Control" - Andrea and Copilot. 

Mixed Signals Disconnected

        Again, I am sitting on my porch staring up at the beautiful sky and wondering if he is thinking of me too. As romantic it may sound, a big part of me is highly annoyed. How many times will I go through this is my life until I get it right? This guy is not the first guy to lead me down the thorny lane of blossomed weeds while wearing rose-colored lens. I dream of them. I hope for them. I wait for them. And they leave me dumbfounded and bone dry. You'd think after so many experiences of this type of "affection" I would know better, but my optimistic heart and naive mind keeps saying, "He has to be the one. It will be the real deal this time". And I wait and wait and wait for their words of purity, clarity and heart to only hear silence after being rummaged in the cold. 

    Imagine a bride that stands at the alter with wilted flowers. Her hair has turned gray, and sun is starting to set. The chairs remain empty, and the pastor has resigned. The wedding rings lay on a dusty pillow at her feet and her vows are no longer legible. Her knees are starting to buckle as her back slowly arches over. Make up wedged in between wrinkles, hair frizzed in the wind, she looks up every time she hears a step towards her. Each man that comes does the same thing. He picks up the pillow, takes the rings, tell her thank you and leave. She watches as he leaves. A tear falls from her face. She reaches into her bra and grabs a pair rings, made from her heart and places them on the pillow. She places them on the pillow and says to herself, "He's coming. He promised". This is what my love life feels like. 

    I take that I am just an energy source for men. I create and they take it and give to another woman. I create and they take it and give to themselves. Once at Aldi's, I got caught up in the beauty of a handsome cashier and I guess he must had noticed my admiration. As I got closer to checkout, he began to move faster and hurried along other customer's orders. My heart soared thinking he was doing all that just to be closer to me. I readied myself. When my turn came, he looked me right in the eyes and said, "Let me get that lady behind you first". I turned around and saw a taller, skinnier woman with brighter skin and longer hair behind me. She looked shocked and concerned. I stepped back and allowed her to be checked out before me. After he checked her out, he quickly processed my order (I was the last in line) and rushed outside to gather buggies. I saw him at the elite lady's car, and she sort of shooed him away. He walked past me with is nose in the air and I oozed to my car. I kept a smile on my face because my children were near, and I didn't want them to see mommy's pain. I realized at that moment that this was going to be my life. I didn't want to make peace with it; however, I had to. Skinnier women with brighter skin and longer hair always win. 

    Yet, I still dream of a handsome lover that only has eyes for me. I try to be steel when I go out. I walk firm and move along without a care because I've had way too may false attraction heart break moments. Sometimes, if the environment is right, I will relax and by my authentic self. And they see me, ignore me, degrade me, refuse me or tease me. It's an emotional roller coaster from hell. Why do all this? Am I feeding their egos? Am I stroking their man-hoods? It just seems I will never be good enough for them. So, as of today, I will no longer be receiving mix signals. If he isn't saying it out loud verbally, then it's bullshit. If he isn't here making his love known and present, then it's just my imagination. I hope to find love one day, but I will no longer be looking it. My sun is starting to set, and I've wasted too much time looking for a man that is not thinking about me. Next lifetime, I hope he's on another planet, so I don't become aware of his existence. I don't want to start another journey of finding a love that is not searching for me. 

A Maple Starred Banner

             Four red maple-leaf flags stand behind a man in a clean suit delivering a message to his people. I watch from my star-spangled bannered chair and admire his speech, honesty and calm demeanor. The man speaks to his people in English and French. Jokes and cunning strategies are visible and easy to comprehend to even the most illiterate minds. I sit in amazement. Far from the maple-leaf, as part of fifty stars in red, white and blue, I long for that type of leadership. Lately, I have been craving the flow of headlines and currents of the broadcasting oceans, however I am struggling to stay afloat in these troubling waters of sass, manipulation and coercive power. All I see and hear is taxes, tariffs, imprisonment, cancelations and unfair dismissal of the people's voice. Is our leader even trying to lead? Why isn't he similar to the man that sat in front of the maple-leaf flags? Why do I feel as if my country is run by a group of "not so know-it-alls" that are competing for the front page of 1970's magazine? Why do I feel as if the working class and any below it is treated like colored people from the 1940s? (No offense intended with that previous question.) Are we failing as a country? Will our country's allies continue to be by our side under this bounce house of power? I believe a day will come when America stands alone at war within and outside its borders as it struggles to maintain a healthy system of any sort under this unjust leadership. I hope I am proven wrong. Then suddenly, I am caught in a whimsical cloud of a heavenly vision. 

        As the man in his clean suit continues his speech in front of his people and maple-leaf flags, an enormous maple-leaf flag carefully covers the country beneath it. I can hear lakes and rivers. I see bears standing in agreeance under thick, faunal forestry. A state of unknown balance is given to all the people, and I glow from within from this beauty. Quickly, it fades as I am reminded of how my country does not like to be defeated or dominated. For the safety of all people, I make peace with idea that no war means peace. This taboo union that I just imagined will be far from a walk in a national park. The enormous maple-leafed flag quickly withdraws as if the people beneath it started to refuse its coverage. I bow my head out of respect for its unity and shame of its disapproval. My television shows me the posterior of the symbolic maple-leaf man as he makes his exit, and I take my remote and press up on the channel button and proceed to watch an all-American news show. Within in a few seconds, I am confused and no longer able to keep up with the hidden and obvious message from the anchors. Everything they say sounds personal and gossipy. Are they are talking politics or emotional ticks? It's more subliminal that expository. Every word leads to an eerie corner in my mind that is far from the truth. I press the power button on my remote. I'd rather sit in my star-bangled chair and dream of the maple-leaf leadership my homeland needs. 

        

The Interstate of Life

        A warm spring breeze under big fluffy clouds. The soft and gentle sunlight dancing to the hum of my radio. Small curious hands swimming outside the window as I cruised along the double laned river. Giggles and smiles are shared as well as snacks and drinks. This moment is the best. I feel as if my car has wings and we are riding the Pegasus of the interstate. Suddenly, little hands jerk back into vehicle. Giggles and smiles become stiff, and I am grasping the wheel at ten and two. Our warm spring breeze becomes a rushing herd as a vessel of eight-teen wheels roars by. Carefully, we gaze at its beauty while keeping a safe distance.  A colorful beast carrying a load twice the size of my two-ton vehicle covered in words and art with a polite gesture to keep back or else. The colorful vessel moves along with an elegant rush followed by entourage of speedy beep- beepers and bonk-bonkers, but at this moment they are silent. I tighten my grasp as my children take in the rush of fear and amazement. Within a few seconds, the gentle eight-teen wheeled beast and its estranged ensemble are miniscule dots glimmering through my windshield. The hum of my radio returns along with the warm springy breeze as small curious hands, once more, swim outside the window. I relax my grip and let out a smooth low-toned breath. This moment is the best. 

    

    

My Resume Resumes

    

    I sit annoyed on my couch as I attempt another glooming scroll on Indeed.  I am forced to click "not interested" on opportunities that I am interested in due my lack of experience and college credentials. My children sit hungry, frustrated and disturbed as I send the fifth or fourth or sixth message to their absent daily father and, of course, he is working, busy and unable to read previously sent messages. And I forgot that he is struggling with a five-to-six-digit annual salary and had to pay taxes this year.  After working as much as I could, I couldn't even get my fair share of CTC. With two packs of chicken left in the freezer and a few cups of rice, I face the challenge of not eating at all tomorrow. I grab my laptop and my resume resumes.

    I could go substitute at a school for a week and receive less than $200 next week. That's gas money, soap, a pack of bread and tissue. But the $200 pay isn't worth the humiliation and harassment I receive at these schools. How can a first grader know that I haven't had sex three years? Why does a fifth grader jingle the change in their pocket every time I walk pass them and look me in the eyes while doing so? Here, it feels as if all my privacy has been revoked. Even words released from my mouth in my home are repeated when I go out.  Living here is pain, not a physical pain, but a spiritual pain. I am desperate to leave here. Soon, I will have no choice, my home is foreclosed. I grab my laptop and my resume resumes.

    My back up against the wall. Or is it a wall? It feels like a hard object. Fleshy and hard. It's a penis. I dare not turn around. I don't want to know what dictator is enjoying my despair. Does this struggle turn him on? Am I a new category of porn? Instead of the usual cheap story line of a woman dropping a pencil while wearing a mini skirt in front of her semi-naked professor(s), I am the harden warden that has turn soft and needs to be taught a lesson from the phallic master(s) of the facility. God, it feels like an unwanted fatherly lesson. Like a flower in the attic. I cringe as it thumps with authority. I need to find another way to get paid. I grab my laptop and my resume resumes. 

    Trumpy tariffs, stiff questionings and confused news fill the space in my home. Why am I even watching the news? Am I curious, bored or nosey? Procrastination? It doesn't matter. I'm too poor to make a difference in the world now. I wish I was behind the small, shiny wooden desk signing papers, talking lavishly and smiling at my competitors in fine cloths with fancy hair and glimmering nails. Is that the high life I gave up for two years of a high life? I feel foolish still. I was left behind and mimicked by the world that promised to leave no man left behind, to respect my rights and to show understanding, forgiveness and compassion. Left behind with those that do not comprehend this new world order and its agenda. I can't catch up now. My bones have become brittle, achy and worn. I grab my laptop and my resume resumes.

    I place my name in list of names. This list is one that I thought I would never see. A joke from my new abusive and alive guardian angel. Go to hell, you delusional demon. A future I never saw coming because this isn't my future. I feel as if I'm wedged into a lifestyle that doesn't fit my abilities. My body is not designed to be a hoe. My brain is too advanced to be ghetto. My bones are too brittle for prostitution. This lifestyle does not fit me at all. I dimwittedly fell for the belief of another man's astrology and called it my life's path. Such a sloppy path. I feel so betrayed and conned. I put on my dunce cap. I grab my laptop and my resume resumes. 

    I found out a lot about myself during my great depression, perhaps this is the only silver lining of this phase. I can be quite wise and cunning when I need to be, and I know how to adapt. I prefer lakes over ponds and rivers, and I don't like crowded beaches. There are many ways to eat rice, eggs and beans. Money is nice to have, but happiness can be achieved without it. Still, I miss Chinese food whenever I want it and my days of planning cross-country visits with my children. All men are handsome, but I know which ones really give me butterflies now. I enjoy cleaning and cooking and reading makes me feel tranquil. I am in a depression, but I found light and spirit in it. 

Breath in.

Hold.

Breath out. 

I grab my laptop and my resume resumes.