You reap what you sow.
Its never been more true than when you're running for president or applying for that perfect job.
Perfect job seems like an oxymoron...perfect....JOB ?
I'm talking about getting a chance to do the thing you love and actually get paid for it.
When we're young, we do just about anything we're brave enough to undertake.
How many of us baby boomers recall the 70's when free love, drugs and protesting the WAR was paramount in life.
Who thought we'd live to be checking out communities for possible retirement, looking for that last job that might finally bring so much satisfaction we won't even quit it, come hell or high water.
But, there's a paper trail, a digital trail and a medical trail following us. For that perfect job, there's a ton of candidates, and they're all scratchin' and clawin' for the opportunity to claim it.
Those trails following us tell prospective employers if we have good credit (proving we make sound decisions) if we've made friends or enemies along the way (how many jobs did you quit in a temper fit, how many did you give two weeks notice and leave as friends, all the bosses willing to give an excellent reference). The trail tells if you lack discretion (are you posting crap all over the internet, lewd photos, disgusting language, rants against current employers) what your hobbies and interests are.
Its amazing how history can come to haunt someone old enough to Have a History.
The way we've treated our bodies over the last three decades comes to light. Every job wants a pre employment physical screening. No problem. I pass them. But, you can be sure I keep lifting hand weights and running on the tread mill, monitoring the scales for pounds sneaking up. This getting older is not for wimps.
While I'll never run for president, I've got my perfect job lined up, and you can be sure, I'll go way above and way beyond the call of duty just to keep it. Thankfully my trail is good and you can bet I'll keep it that way.
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