Bum Credentials: Rosasharn

Rosasharn grew up in a rural town outside a prestgious college in upstate New York. Mother was an Ivy League graduate turned housewife, who later became an accountant, father was a pharmacist. From her mother, Rosasharn inherited her dislike of bosses and full time jobs, and her overqualified/underemployment trend. Her father taught her to play "Mr. Bojangles", a song about a dancing bum, on the guitar at the age of 12.
She generally stands apart from her natal family and community, and has been cleaving her own path. That is, the path of bumhood. Remarkably, Rosasharn has managed to embody bumhood within almost every significant aspect of life as is outlined below:


Food

Soup Kitchen Regular:
A regular at any soup kitchen that is her local. She proudly claims she's clocked thousands of hours of waiting on soup kitchen lines. "Gotta earn yer bread!", she exclaims.

Scavenger/Garbage Eater:
Scores a certain percentage of her food out of dumpsters or vacated restaurant tables. In addition to food, she looks around for free "usefuls" (such as clothing or supplies) in the garbage or any other waste or refuse spots.

Vile:
She also occasionally treats herself to a meal of roadkill.

Wild Woman:
Consumes wild plants she finds in the woods for food and for "medecine". Also collects, and processes road kill, such as the dead bird pile she kept for a "someday" project and the deer hide she skinned and tanned with only a knife.


Appearance

Infested/Disfigured:
Upon her last visit to the wild fairie punk farms of Tenessee, Rosasharn became infested with Chiggers and now has Chigger scars all over her body.

Dishevelled:
"New" clothing for Rosasharn is what she just got from a thriftstore or dumpster. As a result her usual fashion repertoire features a wide variety of decay and fray. In addition to that she will shamelessly wear the same outfit for days in a row. Her messy mane of hair completes this look.


Morality

Lush:
She's a dry drunk. If she ever touches a drop of whiskey she's a wash. Fortunately she almost always abstains. Still this doesn't redeem her temperament.

Loose Woman:
Rosasharn can be found hanging out with all sorts of rifraff. Her usual variety include squatter punks, lab rats, trust fund punks and other brats, single moms, and man-haters.

Welfare Queen:
Rosasharn is a user of the food stamp system even though she'd just as well eat garbage.

Unreformable:
Likes canned sardines and canned beans and dislikes the smell of laundry detergent and shampoo.

Reject/Spinster:
At age 32, her skin is leathery as a bag. She is still childless and single, yet shows no sign of giving a damn about either predicament.


Money

In the Hole:
Rosasharn got into debt. Then she attempt to get out of this debt by taking out more loans as an investment that was expected to increase her income. This only got her deeper into the hole as she has failed to follow through with the whole thing. She has given up hope of getting out of debt any time in the forseeable future.

Broke:
Annual income has been under $7,000 for the past five years.

Employment/Vocation:
Too Smart For Her Own Good/Lazy:
Highly educated, in reputable institutions of higher learning and holding a Masters degree in an employable field, Rosasharn has still failed to obtain any job that requires a degree of any sort. This is partly because of the limited number of job openings in her field of expertise in her area but also partly because of her dislike of regular full time work and her lack of ambition.

Migrant Farmer:
Like the hoboes of the Great American novels, Rosasharn regularly makes a living by shacking up on some farmers' land and working with her bare hands.

Wierdo:
Longest held job was working at a group home for the mentally ill for over two years. This meant administering meds and hanging out with all sorts of wack jobs and sickos all day long. She found it natural to stay at this job longer than nearly any other because she felt "at home" with the mental patients and she enjoyed feeling useful for a change.

Homeless/Transient:
Travelled 10,000 miles in the last 10 months and visited 22 states. During this time she toured with a man-hating, all female punk band, crashed in squat houses, stayed with unkempt gentleman trash farmers and their herd of consumptive goats, and she hung around a fairy punk farm in the Appalachians (where she got the chiggers). Her present job is as a travelling salesman and truckdriver. She's hoping to land her next gig harvesting beets somewhere in middle america, thinking this'll bring her "big bucks".