Vixen vs. Videographer

Leave it to YouTube to pick the worst frame in the entire sequence! Quick, push play to get past my turtle face!!!

The contest for the "Best Job in the World" closed today. Call for entries in 18 countries are over. Hundreds of thousands of entries poured in last minute. Now comes the time for biting nails and pacing corners.

If you read my blog than you know I tossed my name into the ring 2 weeks ago. And, though Queensland advertised the gig as a 6-month vacation to feed fish and skim a pool, this candidate knows better.

Dad still barks that "Nothing in life is free" including this dream job. When asked what I'd do if I won my response is "Well, I'd work my friggin bleep off!"

Everyone knows it's a long shot, no different than winning the lottery or in my case, getting married (bitter Valentines residue wearing off).

But, while most of my pals are convinced the judges will pick a bouncy, bodacious, 23 year old with perfect teeth, skin and eyes, I'm Polly-Anna hopeful that skill will play a factor. Skill in shooting, editing, writing and all things PR-friendly are riding in my favor.

If it's proven that this contest was based purely on backroom beauty and excessive exposure, well then, no harm done. It's back to the freelance pool I go, ever wiser of wasting time when pitted against Barbie-in-a-bikini.