Well, it's done now!
It took me several days of searching but almost a week ago I finally found a hard copy of my resume.I thought I had at least a couple of copies of my various old resumes on my computer, scattered hither, thither and yon, but after a big search and destroy mission for them, I came up empty-handed.
Then I finally found this hard copy one which actually was probably one of my most recent of my old resumes anyway, so I used it then to rewrite and revamp -or try to do the revamping -of the resume.
I truly do hate writing these things! To me, they are like all the obnoxious political ads we see all the time on the TV, hear on the radio, read in the newspapers!
They are, in my opinion -all to often -just overblown words about what wonderful people we job searchers are and how we can do perform just about any task under the sun with grace and aplomb.
Well, for someone who has tons and tons of ego and self-confidence, I suppose to their manner of thinking these written things are 200% accurately describing their abilities.
For me -not so much!
For openers, I won't even think of applying for a job that I don't think, given the proper training with the employer as to their demands and expectations, that I wouldn't be able to perform the job. I don't care to waste my time and energy on writing a cover letter and trying to tweak my resume to fit, notch by notch, everything they list and to absolute perfection only to have them either totally ignore my application and not at least respond to my letter of application. I don't do that to conserve my own energy as well as that of the person who will read the letter, review my resume and hopefully, find something of promise in my capabilities.
When I got hit with all the medical issues -or the beginning of them -almost ten years ago, I was pretty much ready to call it quits in terms of job seeking then. Ten years almost of applying for job after job after job -virtually every job I saw/read about via one source or another that had requirements I felt I could satisfy and rarely getting even a response of "Thank you, but no thank you" much less an actual interview had by that time, left me really depressed and very despondent along with being extremely worried about having any kind of employment potential.
Enter then cancer, many other issues that followed the first round of cancer but mainly involving my back, herniated disc another "blockage-type" issue and on and on and culminating then two years ago with yet another round of cancer and chemotherapy.
But now, finances do dictate that I should at least look for something perhaps part-time, that doesn't require constant wear and tear on my legs and back and maybe that would be enough to stabilize the income needed. Also, there is the aspect that I think I really do need to try to find something simply to get me out of the house, back into the public to keep my mind active too!
Embroidery is great in that it does relax me -a lot -and does give me something in the way of an achievement I can look at and usually be very pleased with what I have produced. However, it is not something I would recommend as giving any positive results in terms of profits!
So anyway, today I did get the old resume doctored up a bit -well, at least I have the most recent employment information in it -such as that is. And, I also got my nerve up and even wrote a cover letter and sent that, along with the glorious words in my resume to apply for a position advertised locally.
I won't go into the details of the job, the company or any of that, but suffice it to say, I do believe I am crazy enough to be able to handle the work it would involve -should I be granted an interview and miracle upon miracles, who knows, maybe even hired.
It could happen you know. It could happen.
I keep telling myself that in the hopes that the power of positive thinking will take over and will the human resources person or persons to deem me as qualified as I do see myself!
1 comment:
I'm wishing you the best of luck and hope you get this interview! I know how it feels to simply need to get out of the house. After doing daycare for 11 years, that's exactly how I felt! My first job after all of those years at home wasn't anything to brag about, but it sure made me feel productive and accomplished.
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