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I’m Too Sexy for My Genes

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Buckle up boys and girls.  There is a TON of information in this post, all written in true Ms. Cheevious fashion (fun)… You will miss important information if you breeze through, however.  If you value your life, take the time to read this.  And that’s no joke.  It could really make a difference for you or someone you love. Now, dive in and enjoy.

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October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month, so I think it only fitting to make this announcement now.  No.  I don’t have breast cancer.  It’s more involved than a simple diagnosis, but it’s important and everyone should be aware of this information, so they too can make informed, proactive decisions as they are able.

This post is in honor of my sister Mary Louise “Mimi” Sherwood Larimore, who passed away in August, 2010, losing her almost 7 year battle to Ovarian Cancer.

Why, dedicate this post to someone who suffered with Ovarian Cancer, when I’ve said clearly it is timely for Breast Cancer Awareness?  Well, mostly because I can, but there are other, much more important reasons.

Read on to learn them.

Now.

Picture this:

Me, with a lab coat and horn-rimmed glasses.

There.

Now you’re ready.

First off, let me preface the rest of my post with this: I am NOT, in any way shape or form saying that anyone can ever be TOO SEXY (for their genes or otherwise)!  No, my dearies, in the long, endless list of things to worry about or avoid, being “too sexy” is not one of them. Also, in this context, I am referring to being SEXY and creating sexiness by staying fit and healthy, which causes our body to become a lean, mean, streamlined, fighting machine.  This of course means that in the world of biology, if we do these things, we hope that all pieces of the puzzle communicate, find each other, and fit nicely together.  Being TOO SEXY, in my case means this: FOR GODDSAKES!  Here I am working my ASS off (pun intended), mostly for the health benefits, and in this particular case, it really didn’t make a bit of difference.

So, apparently I am WAY too sexy for my genes….  My little puzzle pieces (genes) just can’t keep up with me. Or, as I’m told, at least one of them can’t.   But can you blame ’em?  The mere pace I keep in life alone causes grown men to cry… (insert evil laugh) but that is another topic for another time.

Many of you, if you’ve followed my blogs, and my vlogs on my YouTube channel, know that my beloved, beautiful sister Mimi Sherwood Larimore lost her battle with Ovarian Cancer in August of 2010. Her ongoing battle was horrific to behold (even from a distance), but in true Sherwood Girl fashion, we all believed she would conquer the scourge that besieged her body. We all supported her belief, wholeheartedly.

Her illness prompted my gynecologist to begin a personal campaign to get me to the genetic specialists at Cedars Sinai in Los Angeles.  And when my sister passed away, without having opted for genetic screening, my doc turned up the heat. She REALLY wanted me to be screened for Ovarian / Breast Cancer (they are related) gene mutations. So I succumbed. This time, I had no excuse, because I knew I wanted to know, but in the year past, my insurance would not have covered such a test.  This was not the case this time around.  My insurance covered 90% of the screening. I also learned insurance companies are prohibited by law from discriminating based on genetic testing.

I’ll cut to the chase here.  I went in for the screening, and then went in for my results, and more to the shock of the genetics counselors than to myself, I tested positive for the BRCA2 Genetic Mutation.The shock was because even with  TEN FRIGGIN SIBLINGS, I had only one first degree relative with ovarian cancer, and none with breast cancer (although the BRCA2 gene is indicative of the risk increasing with age). None of us is absolutely certain whether our father’s cancer – which was only discovered two days prior to his death – and running rampant throughout his mid-section – was prostate, stomach or pancreatic cancer – or not – (also high-risk cancers for BRCA2 mutation carriers). Our mother did not have it (she had lymphoma). There was a second degree relative with Ovarian tumors at a young age, but that was about it!  So yes, the genetics experts at Cedars were quite surprised.

I’m not sure what to make of the image below… but it matches the lab coat thing we got goin’ on here, and gee, it sure is pretty.  If you are a true GEEK, perhaps you can post a reply below and enlighten us.  But explain it slowly and in three and four letter words if at all possible.

Who would have THUNK something with the ability to wreak such havoc, could come from either one of these gorgeous people?

Padalino & Sherwood - The Early Days

That is my mom, Nereide Frances Padalino Sherwood, holding my oldest brother, with my dad, Orville Joseph Sherwood.

Yes, my little Hottie-McHottlesteins, I am old enough to have parents who were having kids in the NINETEEN-FORTIES… but just BARELY.  My parents had me when they were late into their SEVENTIES.  I PROMISE.  🙂  It was a miracle, and was featured in the National Enquirer, and everything… SWEAR. TO. GOD.

Anyway – back to my lab coat and horn-rimmed glasses… and to the Genetics Counselors at Cedars Sinai:

They explained that our bodies read genetic code as such:

Genes are read in three “letter” sequences.  But every three letters must “make sense” or “spell” something… so a correct set of code may look like this:

But when a mutation occurs, an extra “letter” – like an “A” is inserted, which sets all the code off and causes all kinds of mayhem in your body. It may look like this:

So, why only these cancers (Ovarian, Breast and lesser known cancers) then?  Why wouldn’t this screw up our entire bodies?  Why wouldn’t there be a risk of brain tumors or whatever?

Well, they said it’s like a library.  The brain tissue or liver tissue, etc… it never has to access this code.  This code is only accessed by breast and ovary tissue most of the time, and the prostate and pancreas (and other parts of the body) some times.  So that’s why you don’t get bone cancer, or a brain tumor, etc…

Additionally they provided these nice little statistics of RISKS for me to think about (and share with any and all blood relatives):

MEN
Risk for Early onset (around 50 yrs) Prostate Cancer:
Those with mutated Gene:  20% (goes up with age, significantly)
General Population: 5% (goes up with age after 70)

Risk for Breast Cancer:
With mutated gene: 5-7%
General Population: <1%

Risk for Pancreatic Cancer:
With gene: 2-4 %
Gen population: <1%

WOMEN
Risk for Breast cancer:
With gene mutation:  avg 80% (risk increases with age up to 87% or more)
without (general population): 7%

Risk for Ovarian cancer between age 50-70:
With gene mutation: 19-27%
Without (general pop):  1.7%

Risk for Ovarian cancer from 70 and up:
With Gene mutation:  27-44%
General population: < 2%

So, in my results appointment, my Genetics counselors discussed the options available to me with this new information.  There were a few choices but I opted for the most aggressive approach to eradicating my elevated risks.  For me it was simple.  I saw what my sister and her loved ones went through.  I have had my kids, and hell, I had a breast lift to improve my appearance after nursing my kids years ago!

Sometime in the next couple of months,  I am undergoing a double prophylactic mastectomy (with breast reconstruction and implants) and at the same time, will have them remove my ovaries and tubes. There are other factors that can further complicate the surgery (for instance, if they see something questionable while in there, etc.) but we’re assuming I am extremely healthy and doing this solely for preventative measures.

So why the long, drawn out post, with all these details?  Well, because.

I share everything with you people.

And there is a lesson in all of this for you:  Don’t be too sexy for your genes.  Get screened.

Don’t think you are too good, too healthy, too anything to NOT be screened.  Don’t NOT be screened for any of the wrong reasons.  If you have relatives who’ve suffered from Breast or Ovarian cancer (maybe even Pancreatic or Prostate cancers – ask your doctor), then ask about it and don’t allow FEAR of the unknown, or KNOWN to rule your life.

If you are looking for a conservative approach to life, and want to find a blog that praises you for taking no risks while safely maneuvering through the twists and turns on life’s road – you have come to the wrong place.

Hello!  I am Ms. Cheevious!  Adventurous – Fun – Cute – Cuddly (just making sure you’re still there) – and I really do try with all of my heart to be brave and make BRAVE choices.   Being brave is a choice and bravery is something you must consciously make an effort to practice.

I love life, and I really do – on purpose – take REAL, sometimes SCARY, LIFE-CHANGING RISKS. Not always. But I certainly try not to make choices out of fear.  And yet, somehow I still ENJOY EVERY MOMENT, and I have no regrets.  I truly believe this quote, and I’ve used it before:

“Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well-preserved body but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out and loudly proclaiming, ‘Wow. What a ride!’ ”

You can do that too, if you so choose.  I’m here to cheer you on.  We are ALL here to cheer you on!

Here’s a tweet you can copy and paste into twitter to encourage others too – especially in October for Breast Cancer Awareness Month:

They’re MY boobs, and I’m quite attached! Get screened ladies.  It can save your life! @mscheevious #breastcancerawareness

And guess what?  Now that you’ve made it this far – here is the REAL announcement!  HA!

You’ll soon be able to SEE and HEAR more about this journey, because I’m scheduled to be on an episode of The Doctors with my reconstructive surgeon Dr. Lisa Cassileth, who has a breakthrough procedure for reconstruction after mastectomy, called the Cassileth One-Stage Breast Reconstruction (you can read more about that here). We are taping our episode soon, but check your local listings for The Doctors. COOL, EH!!???  I’m also videoing everything and hope to produce a documentary.  Fingers crossed.

OH and  HEY! Check out my new FACEBOOK APP!  If you are already a member on Facebook (have “like”d it), you can check out the new cool stuff by clicking here (http://www.facebook.com/IamMsCheevious?sk=app_208237022576310) and surf around all the little links and such.  You’ll be able to buy my book when it’s published, as well as other fun Ms. Cheevious inspirations to send to your fun, flirty, brave and daring gal-pals. If you are NOT a member of my Facebook Page, please join! You will love the interactive-ness of it all.  PLUS it’s a great example of a custom Facebook page.  I’ve worked hard on it!

That’s it for now…  Stay tuned!

Love you people!!!  Mmmmmppphhhuuuhhhh!!!

xoxo,

Ms. Cheevious

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What’s Your Color Today?

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Mine remains to be seen people! (except perhaps my bloodshot eyes! OY!) Ha!

Will I be blond? Brunette? Red Headed? With me no one can tell. It is entirely dependent on my mood. :).

But, just know that regardless of the “color” Mood YOU are in, whether it be fire engine red and you are rarin’ to go, black as night with no daylight in sight, or sunshine yellow with a bounce in your step – YOU choose your outlook AND your behavior. And hey, I suppose some days we can allow that less than perfect behavior, and moods that just simply – well – suck.

I must admit you do hear about those more than when someone is inexplicably ELATED. And probably with good reason, right? Come on, ADMIT it. Sometimes when you get around one of those Perky Penelopes you just want to secretly stick your foot out, undetected, as they skip on By! Am I right? And when we’ve been elated, how often do we find ourselves feeling GUILTY for expressing it because, well, times are hard, people are suffering, and so on, and so forth.

But I desire and strive for authenticity people! When I am JUBILENT — and — when I am in the dumpster. You know… the one in back of MC Nugget’s apartment? It sometimes feels like a home away from home. LOL

But seriously, you are the ONLY one who can dig deep into your gut and pull out something unexpected. Happy, sad, angry, remorseful, whatever. So this, my lovelies, is your mission, should you choose to accept it. Surprise us all with your choice and we will celebrate YOU in the process!

Let us know what color you choose to be today by posting below. Feeling dark and gray and dreary? Do tell, but be creative in your color and tell us why! Feeling Stinkin FREAKIN JAZZED for some reason, and that color feels like Chartreuse to you? Can’t wait to hear about it.

Love you people!!!
Mmmmpphhuuhhhh!

xoxo,
Ms. Cheevious
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The Day I Worked for Food

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So… I know what you’re thinking. How does THIS girl get herself in a situation where she has to work for food?

Well, first of all, let me ask YOU this:

How the heck do you think I EVER find myself in ANY of the whacky and zany situations I get myself into, PEOPLE?  Huh?!

Let me quickly remind you of a few here:

Hmmmm…  There’s the time I caught on fire in “I am on FIRE!“

Then there was the time that my man M.C. Nugget (PS – you newbies should be informed here that I change everyone’s names in Ms. Cheevious-land to protect their innocence – or lack thereof – ha ha) and I had a bang up time at Super Bowl in Miami, and ended up having to sleep in the car because we were too “toasted” in “SAINTS Bitch!“

Or, there is always that time I tried out for the Lingerie Football League, in “Lingerie… Football…That Is“

And then there is one of my personal favorites, where I paid homage to none other than, The Rabbit, in “Long Live The Rabbit“

Ahhh… memories.

But there is no time like the present!  And guess what?  I am a resourceful person.  When times are a little tough, or finances,  clients or  whatever seem to have DISAPPEARED… well, guess what?  I take care of business.  I suck it up, and I go and get help from whomever can help me through the rough patch — even if it means getting public assistance.  Hey, I pay my taxes, and then some – especially in the years of plenty!!  But also, I have no shame.  You, my readers of all people, should know this by now.

BUT… and there is always a BUT… for me, that particular situation has actually occurred more than once in my life.  First, when I was not yet nineteen, had just given birth to my first son, AND let go from my job at the same time.  I applied for and received welfare, food stamps and medical aid.

After that happened. I vowed I was never going to be in that situation again, and would work to become a successful, happy and fulfilled business woman — that I would have an impact on people, make my mark on society and provide a wonderful life for my kids.

Oy.  That was a LONG time ago.  Those goals and dreams (some already realized) are still true today, but believe it or not, I found myself in the very SAME tough situation again some years later — well, except for the newborn-baby-in-tow part…  But I was in business, had one gigantic client that monopolized all my time, and against my better judgment I relied heavily on the revenue they provided my business.  When that company downsized, they cut me from their budget.  This not only impacted me, but all that I employed.  It was a very difficult time. I went through the very slow painful adjustment process, while the rest of the country also underwent tremendous economic turmoil.

And by adjustment, I do NOT mean in finances, or in changes to my lifestyle (though that was inevitable).  I mean truly painful adjustments, MENTALLY.  I slowly was slammed into the mindset that I was NOT making the money I had been, or had planned for, nor could I spend like I wanted, but also I was forced to be WILLING to take work when and wherever I could create it.  I was forced into adjusting my expectations of what I could GET for the service my business provided, while I slowly and simultaneously exhausted all of my personal financial resources — my IRA, my savings, and as I maxed out every credit card I had  (and they had BIG limits, let me tell you).  I even came close to the point of ruin, when things started to turn around — I credit my attitude and my unwillingness to give up or stop trying despite the obvious circumstances for that, as well as a few very precious people in my life who were there to assist, cheer and support me along the way.

But toward the end of the grueling and long and painful process, I was forced once again to seek public financial aid.  In the last case, FOOD STAMPS.

When I got the approval, I learned that the rules had changed the second time around.  In order to keep receiving benefits, I was required to report to what they called Work Fare, and put in so many hours of work at various public facilities.  For me, it was the Veterans Administration Hospital.

So, though I dragged my feet to the last possible day to report for work, I went in.  Yup.  I showed up in my Uggs, yoga pants and sweatshirt, ready to pay my dues.  But you know what?  I worked with a few great guys who were so incredibly nice – and so happy to have me helping them, folding scrubs in the facility’s gigantic laundry plant.  These guys were so sweet, and happy.  Go figure.

I don’t know what I expected.  I guess I pictured some chop shop like out of the movie Oliver, where people were there slaving away, and unhappily taken advantage of.  But no.  These guys were some of the best people I’ve met in Los Angeles.  They’d go the extra mile for you without blinking an eye.  I was hot, because I didn’t know to bring a pony tale thingy… so they got a fan and put it on me…

Now — I know what you are thinking.  ‘Oh yeah… of course they gave you a FAN…’ with images of THIS in your head:

But come ON people.  Let’s get real.  Remember?  I was in my UGGS and yoga pants, a sweat shirt and my hair was curly – with the laundry environment causing it to get static electricity.  I looked more like Phyllis Diller in front of a fan… HA!

HA!

But really – honestly people.  I am trying to make a point here.  It’s that I was brought to a low place, having gone through the removal of several layers of ego and some pretty lofty levels of finances.  But I survived and am still here to kick some ass!  Aren’t I?

I suppose that is why I was able to walk into that laundry facility and sing R&B tunes and dance a little while I folded scrubs and finished my entire giant bin in my short time there. I felt so good after working two hours at the V.A. Hospital, it made me think about what we all do with our days trying to “enjoy” life.  How we spend so much of our VALUABLE energy and effort “trying” to make a “life” for ourselves — a life that we think is acceptable… and here, these guys were HAPPY, and kind, and TRULY did enjoy life.  It made me kinda jealous.

So for this holiday season – can we all take a minute and remember that we are NOT ALL THAT?  Not any one of us is beneath volunteering or putting our time in – especially when we’ve received public assistance!  And that brings up a point.  Not any one of us is beneath applying for and receiving public aid, or assistance from others.  Get real.  Get help if you need it.  And give back when you can.

Stay tuned next week – cuz I’ll be friggin FREEZING in a small town north of Boston for the holidays – and I’ll probably wanna’ kvetch!  YAY!

Love you people! Mmmmmphhhuuuuuhhhhh!!

xoxo,

Ms. Cheevious

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A Time to Laugh. A Time to Cry.

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That old song “turn turn turn” by the Byrds so resonates with me… (lyrics here).  I have been living and breathing the “time to cry” or “weep” part for many months now, and DAMMIT I AM TIRED OF IT.  It’s time to laugh people.

Here is my encouragement to you – because I am on a roll right now and resolved with my truly positive thoughts (heh heh):

Shed the weight of things past: disappointment, loss, poverty, fatigue, apathy… and get up and LIVE life.

BREATHE EVERY MOMENT of life in and smile.

Whatever your demon, it is time to let it GO!

No.

KICK ITS ASS and get rid of it.

That “thing” that has beset you and changed the YOU that you know and love — well, it has no more real estate in your life.  Evict it, and renovate and redecorate your life, and get on with it.  Okay? No excuses.  It is time to live FEARLESSLY.  Just do it.

That’s what I’m going to do.  Starting with GLOW – this weekend in Santa Monica – an all night celebration of art and people.

My sister Maven would soooo approve, and guess what?  In honor of her, I am movin’ on and movin’ up.

DONE.

As for you my pretties?  Get out there this weekend and get your GLOW on. I actually care for all of you – and hope only the absolute BEST for each and every one of you!

Love you people! Mmmmmmphhhhuuuhhhhh!!!

xoxo,

Ms. Cheevious

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No News IS Good.

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When I catch up with friends, I like to hear their “new” news. It signifies that things are movin’ and shakin’ and people in my life are making things happen.

In that sense, of course, I assume the reverse is true as well. My peeps want to hear the new juice – the new gossip – when they catch up with me.  After a while, I think hearing the same old things just gets boring and can be such a BUMMER (no matter how great things are — even hearing about that next fantastic thing that happens to a person, in a string of five-thousand other fantastic things – well it just gets dull – ya know? I like texture people – and the same ole-same ole is dull no matter how it affects your world.  Now, if you have a string of five thousand FANTASTIC things going on, then tell me what new insights you have gained or new ideas you have formulated. THEN you’ve got my attention.  Kapisch?)

Lately people, my emotional and day-to-day life’s been so much of a broken record I’m tired of recounting it and trying to discover new and creative ways of stating it differently. And let me tell you, it greatly affects my ability to get jazzed about much and severely impairs my ability to develop new insights or ideas.  All the things I’ve talked about over recent months – recovering my business from the downturn anyway possible, the struggles through other personal traumas and loss, etc. etc. etc. It just gets exhausting — and — well…. OLD.

So, I’m here to say I don’t have any news.  And THAT my friends is GOOD.   

I will end today’s post with a list of things I am so happy and grateful for. Because that’s just the kinda gal I am.

1. My two kids – they are so awesome, and bring joy to my life. Joy, that is impossible to describe or express in words.

2. My family — the time I’ve been able to spend with them, albeit under very sad circumstances. And with the loss of our mother, loss of our sister, and other turmoil – they still keep going strong, remaining positive and pushing through. They are all an inspiration.

3. My boyfriend – M.C. Nugget – who has turned out to be such an incredible friend and partner.  We get things done together – and we spend tons of time together – laughing, crying (mostly me, actually, unless I surprise him with something he really loves – which I absolutely LOVE to do – then he just weeps tears of joy) – but lateley it seems more often than not, we rummage through the mess that remains at the end of a catastrophe together – and yet somehow we still maintain our hope for the future, positive attitude, zest for life and our own individuality – it is very good.

4. My career choices – I love PR and Marketing and I am good at it. I am grateful that I actually DO know what I am doing, and I conduct business honestly and without pie-in-the-sky promises. I am real and I get things done. I am grateful for that career choice. And I am grateful for finally going out there and getting certified to teach my very FAVORITE form of exercise – SPX Fitness! WAHOO!

5. Finally seeing the west coast of California by car – as well as so many beautiful places I’d never been – like Hearst Castle – alongside my love, Nuggie, who was also my tour guide.  That was just last week – and stay tuned soon for a video and/or photo blog!

6. My ability to create and see the fruits of unending possibilities. We do create our lives each and every day.  As a matter of fact, we have, each of us, put an inordinate amount of time into creating everything in our lives in this very moment.  I’m creating an ooie-gooey chocolate brownie with pecans right about now!  ha ha.  Just kidding.

7.  YOU.  People who read, are intelligent, have a voice, and express it.  Love you people!

8. My country.  I get to say and write about whatever the hell I want, and that is a fantastic outlet! 

9. Food, Booze, Sex, Parties, Fun Events, Stilettos, Sunscreen, Makeup, Fashion, Travel, Adventure, Good Hair Days. (What?  You didn’t think I’d let those slip through did ya?)

Now go out and create a REALLY GREAT DAY for yourself, would ya?  Don’t worry about anyone else’s day – just yours.  I am off to New Mexico to sing with my three sisters and Maven’s daughter at Maven’s memorial service.  I miss her so very much – but I am grateful for the imprint she left on all of us – but mostly for that which remains of her on me.

Love you people! MMMMMMPPPHHHHUUUUHHHH!!!

xoxo,

Ms. Cheevious

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Desperate Measures

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Desperate times call for desperate measures.  What an understatement.

Do you know how many formerly highly successful people I know who are currently struggling financially, out of work and wondering where their next meal is coming from? Let’s not even talk about paying the homeowner’s insurance, health insurance or credit cards. We’re talking about surviving – at its base level.

I’ve got friends and acquaintences who have been looking for any sort of work for months — even YEARS!  Can you believe this?  Believe it.

Trust me – I do not say these things lightly.  I don’t like to put the spotlight on negativity.  We all know (any of my readers know, that is), that I am NOT one to “cave” or “bandwagon” it because of what people say or how they choose to act.   I believe we create the drama or at the very least, fan the flames of depression (or lack of affluence, success, employment, moolah) oftentimes by merely giving credence to it (the lack of jobs, money, success, etc. that seems to be out there).  I still hold firm to the belief that we create the lives we live.  We can be as successful as we truly desire — IF — we go for it fearlessly.

BUT (oh yeah – there is a BIG BUT here) – when everyone you know has at least one friend (more than likely several friends) out of work, and struggling to make ends meet, you have got to pay attention PEOPLE!  

I will not be one to turn a blind eye and pretend nothing is happening – that we do not have a problem .  And neither should you. 

I know I won’t.  Nope.  Not when that problem is not only staring me in the face, but it barged in my front door last October, and has now made itself at home, shacking up on my living room sofa, and using up all of my toothpaste.

And not when unemployment rates are skyrocketing, soup kitchens can’t keep enough food, or feed enough people, and recycled clothing shops have stopped buying shoes and clothes because they have too many people trying to sell their wears. 

So you know what?  I am sick of it.  I’ve NEVER been one to unsuccessfully hunt for a good job!  What the HECK is going ON out there?  I was (and am) always the one to say “I’m going to get a job.”  And I did (and DO)!

A GOOD job!  The kind people could marvel at!

But seemingly, not so these days.  I can’t tell you the countless numbers (hundreds for sure) of highly educated (chock-full-a-“social media experience,” “internet savvy,” “management level”) friends and passers-by in my life who’ve been looking for work in their respective fields, but have resorted to applying for ANY sort of job (receptionist, restaurant hostess, retail clerk) – – STILL to no avail. They’re competing against thousands of equally over-qualified individuals, and can’t seem to “stand out” above the rest for that $12/hour (plus tips) job.

So that’s it. I’m done.  This has got to stop.  And it is starting with ME. 

Over the next couple of weeks (or as long as my creativity lasts) I am going to hit the pavement – literally.  I am going to use any and all methods I can “employ” to obtain solid offers for a GOOD job, and I will NOT settle for anything less than what I deserve (we’re talking big bucks here people). 

I’ve got some good ideas, but feel free to offer your suggestions.  It’s going to be a wild ride folks!  The gloves are off!  I’ve got my camera in hand.  Watch out moguls!  I’m coming for you!  I’ll show YOU who stands out above the rest.

Stay tuned my lovelies. And keep fighting!

Love you people!  Mmmmmphhhuuuhhhhh! 

xoxo,

Ms. Cheevious

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