The Joys of Advertising Yourself

Many of us believe, in our secret hearts, that we are super awesome and cool and caring and, “Geez, why doesn’t everyone want me for a job?” But when it comes to telling people that, it is not so easy to believe. Therefore, after researching a little about resumes, these are few of the tips I believe to be important.

  1. Be Specific. This is kind of a cop-out trick. When writing anything, one must be specific. The writer always, always wants to show the reader what they are talking about, instead of just throwing information in their face. That said, do not throw this clue out when typing resumes. You want to list specifically what you have done, where you have done it, why you have done it, what your feelings were about it, and when you have done it. If you do this, your potential employer doesn’t have to try to figure things out for themselves. You have shown them, not just told them.
  2. Make It Readable. You can make your resume readable by using a simple font (hint: Times New Roman, 12 pt.) and using a simple format (a.k.a. same bullet points throughout, same numbering, same heading). The real trick to readable is uncomplicated.
  3. Be Honest. This may be a controversial opinion, but I think being honest is helpful, in the end. If you have to twist a lot of facts about yourself and your accomplishments to make your resume sound good, you are probably not fit for the job. I know that is a hard truth, but I also know honesty is almost always the best policy. You may not get the job you want if you’re completely honest, but maybe you are also glad you didn’t get it.
  4. Be Concise. Employers receive a multitude of resumes everyday, all day. Therefore, they are most likely not interested in reading a long winded, superfluous resume. Do not feel as though adding unnecessary words makes you more convincing. The shorter, the easier to read, the more likely to be read, the better.

Writing resumes may not be fun, but if you do right, you may not have to write as many.

{The Bird}

I walk the dirt path,
my toes gripping the rocks under
foot, and I kneel.
My knees almost touching
the ground, I see a small bird,
hidden in the bush.
She watches me, her eyes
minute and twinkling.
Her beak, electric blue.
Her feet, small, delicately
pinch the leaf on which
she is resting.
I grin.
She flutters to another leaf;
the one she left
shudders slightly, as if
missing her presence.

I wonder, my little friend,
what is my purpose
in comparison to yours?
What are my feet, big
and clumsy, next to yours.
My face, more
demanding of attention.
My chest, of so few colors.

The bird hops out of the bush,
to the ground, lifts her wings,
flies away.
I stand up, my knees cracking.
“I wish,”
I say to her silhouette
in the blue,
“I wish I could hear
your voice.”

PS: Partial poem creds to Mary Oliver for encouraging me use capitalization, punctuation, and longer lines. Also for telling me to pay attention to the world around me. 🙂