Apparently, I am less than bodacious than I thought since I find myself “theme song-less” and more than that, I am clueless as to what I should even pick for a theme song!
So the question becomes, does having a theme song (or the lack thereof) increase (or decrease, as it were) ones bodacious-ness or does it just not matter at all.
Truthfully, for me, life without music would be very empty existence.
However, does one need a theme song with which they identify?
I would like to think that I my life is not easily defined by one song.
Truthfully, my music choices change daily with my mood. From Beethoven to Mraz and everything in between – my tastes run the gamut.
However, StevoFC recently shared with me an incredibly talented new musician, Steve Moakler, and while it is not a theme song… it is great for Valentines Weekend.
In my on-going search for employment, today entered a new phase. I applied a couple of weeks ago for a “relief rural carrier” (i.e. substitute mail carrier) with the United States Post Office.
Yes, that United States Post Office!
After filling out their extensive and exhausting application, progressed to an “online personality evaluation” – that would be a one hundred and eighty-question personality evaluation. A friend warned me to answer, “Ask your supervisor” for any questions in which I might have my own opinion about!
I must have answered correctly because a few days after that I received an email to inform me that my next step was to schedule my “postal exam” within the next ten days.
A friend from a multitude of social networks who also is a blogger has put a challenge to all her Gal Pal’s to take up her Bodacious Challenge and broadcast it to all of you, my Gentle Readers.
Therefore, with little encouragement needed, I am joining the cause and will join her in an occasional boldly bodacious post, of which today is the first installment.
Unlike CitizenJaney however, I am not a big fan of women. I think it is sad to see women spending an inordinate amount of time wishing to be someone they are not, hoping they look different than they do, and never being really happy with who they are.
I mean really, girls, it is not becoming behavior in the least.
But I digress, Janey asked us to talk about that body part I love the most and as you know, Gentle Reader, I am far from shy.
Shocking, I know… but there it is.
I have shamelessly posted my autographed décolletage for the entire internet to see, thanks to Abby Franquemont! I even participated in Boobie-Thon to raise both breast cancer awareness and a few dollars for the cause!
Obviously, I like my breasts. However, the truth is that I like my entire body very much, including all of its parts. From the stretch marks that I earned carrying my children to my curvy backside complete with some “junk in the trunk,” as my daughter would say, I really like me.
While it is not the airbrushed perfection that you would see gracing the pages of magazines, it is very real.
In my ongoing attempt to provide you humor for your day I was helpless to share with you all my latest and greatest in the ever elusive search for gainful employment.
As you may, or may not, be aware I live in a state with an inordinate number of Fellow Gainfully Unemployed Souls. Yes, while unemployment nationwide checked in at 10% at year end, Michigan weighed in at a whopping14.6%.
So, with dozens, if not hundreds, of applicants for almost every job I have applied for it becomes a challenge to stand out in the Sea of Unemployed.
But, I try.
What follows is my latest foray, shared here for you all. Seriously, I can’t make this shit up people.
I had an interview with a local fast food chain yesterday for an entry level position.
Yes, you read that right; anentry level position.
So, I did what every good applicant does before an interview.
Or so I thought…
I cleaned myself up.
You know shower, shave, put on clean and pressed clothing, etc. All in an attempt to look “professional” rather than just another desperate hack trying to scramble to the top of the dung heap!
My endeavor was apparently not appreciated because my interviewer was less than impressed with me, and he was more than willing, if not eager, to share his thoughts on the matter, and I quote:
“You are grossly over-qualified….and it would be helpful if you looked like you could actually ‘do’ the work required. This is a job where you actually have to work hard and you have frankly wasted my time.”
It appears I have been banished by the SubNazi.
Evidently you need to be Dumber than a Box of Rocks, dress like Clem Kadiddlehopper, and possess the strength of Hercules to make subs.
