Blatant Smug Self Satisfaction
Thanks to the input and support of my beloved friend Ro..telling me it was ok to do away with the functional summary in my resume...that I had long despised but was unwilling to cut loose because it was put there by those who knew more of such matters then I.....and also due to the wonders of Microsoft downloadable templates for cover letters....I have tweaked and revised and loving crafted out of the ether of digital documents a resume and cover letter so impressive .....so professional and stylish and with such an air of confident self assured zeal....prospective employers will be cumming in their swivel chairs to hire me. Other administrative assistants will cower and sink down in their hard backed waiting room chairs when I come busting in for my interview and in shaking voices will whisper "it's her...that the one with the cover letter"
My future employer....the one I created this masterpiece for....is Mary Institue Country Day School. Where the rich and richer send their brood to learn the ways of the world that only money can buy. I will be working in the development department, coordinating their (I can only BEGIN to imagine HOW substantial) fundrasing and coordinating volunteer meetings and such. The job would pay christ only knows what....money means nothing to these people...and has vision, dental, health, life, and long term care insurance, as well as "generous vacation and holidays" and a retirement plan. I have three words for you "fuck social work" Fuck my idealistic "i'm gonna help the poor beaten women" and get paid nothing and overworked until underpaid and verbally and emotionally abused by both client and employer alike and until I burn up every ounce of will to live I have left. Screw that. I WILL get this job and I will pay off my credit cards, and the student loans I took out to send my kid to Kindergarten, and I'll become self sufficent so help me (insert scarlet o'hara voice here) I'll never be hungry again!!! Ok, I haven't been so poor I was HUNGRY since childhood. So thats an exaggeration. But I will be middle class...and maybe in some small insideous way that they never realize ...I'll even be a voice for the proliterate as I function in their bougouise world.
God I wish MySpace had spell check.
oh well.
g'night folks