Job-searching is no fun

Jan 29, 2009 04:26

In elementary school, and junior high, and high school, and college we wrote resumes.  Why?  No freaking clue.  Something about preparing us for high school/college/the real world.  Uh huh, well.  Nothing they taught us has ever applied.  Except for the name-at-the-top part.  That was pretty consistent across the board.  But that whole skills and interests section?  Yeah, no one wants to know how many years I took Spanish courses, or that I like to read in my free time.  Hell, they don't even want to know that I was a summer employee at the local Macy's or that I washed dishes at the dining hall sophomore year.  Totally irrelevant.  None of my life ever relates to where I want to direct it.

So, I'm putting together this resume, and trying to resist the urge to be cynical and crass.  Obviously, I know that I can't inject snide remarks into something that my livelihood depends on. *initiate defense mechanisms*  But honestly, do I have any relevant skills?  "Um, I'd like to work in your office, all cooped up in the corner.   I'm a college dropout, and an amateur blogger, but I have great people skills and I make a mean banana split.  I can also execute more complicated, two-step instructions. "  Yeah, I don't see that going well.  It's tough to fabricate awesomeness.  And by fabricate, I mean emphasize my good points and not the thoroughly evidenced overwhelming tendency toward failure.  I think I'm a good person....I didn't mean to not like school, I just prefer menial work.  It's incredibly hard to piece together courses that I actually finished, into something resembling a learning experience.  I'm thinking it's a lot like salvaging from a house that burned to the ground.  It was a good effort, but obviously didn't work out.  I mean, hey, there's some good material in there, you just have to find it.  I think it was Information Tech Literacy that taught me to embrace Office.  And um.......there's got to be more.  Did I mention I can balance a checkbook and prepare my own taxes?
Crap. I am so done.
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