Today, I’ve had two people tear me a new one. It’s not the bad kind of tear, but honest. Now, a break is needed and away from my new resume, a document that has been mulled over, chewed, spit out, run over, beaten, burned, and currently sitting in the waiting room for a thorough makeover. The old text is going to be set afire, and I kid you not. A match is going to be taken to this document that is filled with weak skills.
One agency, this morning, told me that my resume is good, but it has to be tweaked for each job that I apply for. That’s completely understandable. Some interview skills were toned and interview blemishes were buffered out. I have a personality, I was told, and it needs to shine. Talk to yourself in the mirror, this was encouraged; the reassurance from my mouth–I do that already. (Improv purposes.) My leaving the agency was on a positive note.
This afternoon, however, between my last post and now, my resume was revealed to be absolute rubbish and it needs a good makeover. It’s going to cost me a pretty penny worth around… Well, let’s just say it will be over $500. Tough love is what I need, but I’m now desperate to take any job that is put in front of me that will accept a shitty resume. The process is going to be a pain in the ass to revision this two-page thing, but it will be worth it.
But the monetary value if I follow through with the whole shebang (did someone say CLICHE ALERT… I think so…) almost seems inappropriate. This second agency is a good one, and the people are reliable. However, the guarantee of success that an expensive four-hour session is still opaque. Is the money worth it? I’m comfortable to pay it out. Yet, a hold on the whole France/Belgium/Netherlands trip will have to be implemented, despite it getting paid for regardless. I’m a good saver, so it may still happen… it will happen.
If I move to another area, the trip will definitely be put on hold. I’m going to want to explore the area that I’m surrounded by, my new home. That takes some cash. Other financials: living where and with how many people… or cats. Perhaps, I’ll find a travel companion.
But who knows. I could technically still leave for that bigger city in The States–that I’m still not opposed to. I’m still teetering.
As a digression, alluding back to the previous post, focusing on the shower scene, the tune for my Syracuse Swan Song was formed and a few stanzas were written. The song is in light of the tune “Leaving on a Jet Plane,” but “Leaving in a U-Haul.”
I’m not kidding. The song will be shared with you soon. Breaking out the guitar and creating a video may happen as well. This depends how I’m feeling. Not sure if there will be enough time. Priorities, I tell you.
And so, my quest to write up a better resume is afoot, and it shall be completed by the end of the evening. To illustrate my process:
Hopefully, this process will get done sooner than later. As for now:
Back. To. Work.
I play with words and invisible objects.
A mind, a pen and a piece paper have the best relationship ever.
"Remember this--if you shut your mouth, you have your choice."
- F. Scott Fitzgerald