I thoroughly enjoy the little things in life, like finding crunchy leaves to step on. (BONUS: when you find $16 because you were looking at the ground for leaves to step on.)
I grew up as a military brat, so I've gotten really good at packing uHaul trucks. You haven't lived till you've driven a 26 foot uHaul with a full sized car trailer behind it in driving rain down an interstate.
I have two cats, named Snickers and Widget. I swear they're Pinky and the Brain reincarnated in real life. Snickers is super smart, and Widget...well, Widget is cute.
I love chocolate, I adore macaroni and cheese, and I just can't pass up a serving of frozen yogurt, all of which tells me one thing: I'm actually five.
You know how you're bombarded by psychological questions during an interview process? "If you could have dinner with any 6 people, who would they be, and why?" Want to know what REALLY reveals your personality? How you handle an embarrassing situation during the interview. (Plus, if they hire you after something like that, you KNOW you were meant to get that job.)
When I applied for my very first full time job in radio, I was taken around to meet and hang out with all the other members of the on-air staff I'd be working with. It was to give both parties time to get to know each other, and also so I'd be familiar with what was expected of DJ's. I was shuffled between the studio, live broadcasts, and sales calls.
it was during one of the live broadcasts that I realized I was starting to get sunburned.It was in the middle of summer and I knew I'd be out in the sun, so I'd dressed for it with an outfit that included a sleeveless top. I'm so pale I'm practically transparent, and after an hour in the harsh sun, I could feel my skin starting to bake in spite of the sunblock I'd slathered on.
There was no relief in sight from the blazing ball of the sun that sent shimmering waves of heat over the parking lot of the car dealership where the broadcast was being held. None of the cars were tall enough to cast a shadow that would cover even my shoulders, and I couldn't very well go hide behind the building where it was shaded.
Thankfully, I spotted one of the light poles that was tall enough to cast a nice, long shadow. The shade from the pole wasn't much, but when I turned sideways and made sure my head matched the shadow of the light fixture, I had blessed relief. I must have stood there for five minutes before I realized the DJ who was doing the broadcast was pointing at me, and laughing. He had been joined by my prospective boss who had returned, unseen by me, to collect me.
He and the other DJ made their way over to me. He managed to get out, "You mean you tell me you actually FIT into the shade of a lampost?" before dissolving into gales of laughter, joined by the other DJ. I was so embarrassed that I could feel my face flaming red, but I said, "You said you were looking for a good fit. You just didn't say what for."