I should be excited...
Yet, instead, I'm frantically panicking over a job interview I have on Thursday, after a several month dry spell, in the field of EMS. I'm actually interviewing for a company near me that does what I want to do with my life. Everything is exactly what I want, it's too perfect. Something has to be wrong...
I hate resumes. I hate them with a passion, yet I'm fretting over mine like my life depends on it. Maybe that's why I hate them so much.
I don't even KNOW how to do a cover letter. Can I just write a big D on my resume and be done with it? Or maybe an A... no, that'd be too pretentious... I'll give myself a B and move on.
I need a panic button.
I hate resumes. I hate them with a passion, yet I'm fretting over mine like my life depends on it. Maybe that's why I hate them so much.
I don't even KNOW how to do a cover letter. Can I just write a big D on my resume and be done with it? Or maybe an A... no, that'd be too pretentious... I'll give myself a B and move on.
I need a panic button.