There's something refreshing about reworking a resume. It's not that new content's been added, it's the fresh reordering of the same junk. Sort of like the way I clean a room, or a drawer... which isn't at all. I push and pull stuff to different places which tricks me into thinking that there's something new in front of me.
No, I take it back. There's nothing refreshing about reworking a resume. A resume shouldn't just be reworked, it should be overhauled. It should be tore down, re-framed, painted then traded in for something worth while.
A new template is a great place to start. At least, it makes me feel better. I'm sure it feels better for the same reason shoe companies rotate their designs out every 3 months. People come in, see the shoes they just bought don't exist anymore, they feel out of date and buy new shoes.
What we don't seem to notice is that in the end they're all still shoes; laces, soles, tongues, etc.
In the end, it's still a resume; name, work history, impressive adjectives, etc.
The overhauled resume works to make an old idea new again. New ideas come more readily from new people, which is why having someone other than me*
have a look at it works so much better than these eyes.
That's a ton more refreshing.
(cry ... every night...)
[You're welcome]
Meanwhile, elsewhere in my psyche this is going on:
There's something wonderful about thinking on a full stomach. Currently I am not, and thus have no reference point in recent memory; but I'm sure there is something wonderful about it.
I would hope there's something wonderful about it because there sertanly isn't anything wonderull about thinking on and am tease tomb ache.
...
...what was I writing about?
something...
*later I will edit this to be a link because currently I'm ecrising this dans a noir-berry. I don't think including html will work when I send this via email**.
**though, I do so very much hope it does.***
***it didn't
