to a place in the past we've been cast out of
Ugh. So a woman I'd taken a writing class with this summer asked me to submit my resume for a position at her publishing company. I didn't think I fit the job description (it required more publication experience than I have, which is zero), and sent her my resume with that caveat. She got back to me today with the message that the hiring manager for the position thinks that "while you have a lot of great administrative experience, she is looking for someone with more direct experience with printers, a better fit for the position."
Ugh. Great administrative experience. I mean, I know that's what I have, and I know--I mean, I know! I knew I didn't have the experience for the job. And what I got was a compliment, and further, the truth. Further further, I didn't even want that job, as it is based in Santa Monica and temporary. Didn't want it! Just submitted my resume to not look gift horses in mouths! But how have I reached this point, at 29, with a resume chock-full of great administrative experience? This. . .is not the special unique snowflake life that I thought I would lead. I was in the gifted and talented program! Took the SAT in 7th grade! Editor of my high school newspaper! 500+ community service hours! I TURNED DOWN HARVARD, people. And this. . .this? Splaaaat.
I know assistant work is not easy. I know many have failed where I have tread. However, I also know. . .I just. . .I don't do anything. I don't produce anything. I'm a master of the Microsoft Office Suite of Programs and knowing how to handle people. It just seems lame, when I could have as easily been an I-banker or some sort of PR manager or a lawyer or any number of jobs that I find horrifyingly dull. But those, I'd at least feel less lame about.
Anyway, I'm more firmly decided now--if all I have is all this great assistant experience (PS: I MANAGED A WORLD FAMOUS BAND AND DIDN'T GET CREDIT FOR IT), I might as well take a job that pays a crapload of money for that experience. So that I can tool around in a fancy car back and forth to the library where I write my future amazing book series.
Ugh. Great administrative experience. I mean, I know that's what I have, and I know--I mean, I know! I knew I didn't have the experience for the job. And what I got was a compliment, and further, the truth. Further further, I didn't even want that job, as it is based in Santa Monica and temporary. Didn't want it! Just submitted my resume to not look gift horses in mouths! But how have I reached this point, at 29, with a resume chock-full of great administrative experience? This. . .is not the special unique snowflake life that I thought I would lead. I was in the gifted and talented program! Took the SAT in 7th grade! Editor of my high school newspaper! 500+ community service hours! I TURNED DOWN HARVARD, people. And this. . .this? Splaaaat.
I know assistant work is not easy. I know many have failed where I have tread. However, I also know. . .I just. . .I don't do anything. I don't produce anything. I'm a master of the Microsoft Office Suite of Programs and knowing how to handle people. It just seems lame, when I could have as easily been an I-banker or some sort of PR manager or a lawyer or any number of jobs that I find horrifyingly dull. But those, I'd at least feel less lame about.
Anyway, I'm more firmly decided now--if all I have is all this great assistant experience (PS: I MANAGED A WORLD FAMOUS BAND AND DIDN'T GET CREDIT FOR IT), I might as well take a job that pays a crapload of money for that experience. So that I can tool around in a fancy car back and forth to the library where I write my future amazing book series.