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Hi, anon. Jenn’s sister here. I have exactly zero experience with resume writing/job hunting. I got my current job because my sister already worked there and the owners liked her, so they hired me without so much as an interview. I started there when I was only seventeen and have been there ever since. The idea of having to put together a resume terrified me because, as far as I could see, I wasn't qualified for anything other than what I’m already doing, which I hate and want to get the hell away from it.
However, my parents have written tons of resumes over the years and they helped me put mine together, and once it was done it didn’t actually seem nearly as pathetic as I thought it would. In fact, I had to keep removing or rewording things to keep it down to one page once I got going.
So some tips that may help you based on what my parents told me:
1.) Never have a generic resume that you submit for everything. Look over what an employer is looking for in the specific position you are applying for and tailor your resume to reflect those things.
2.) Obviously you shouldn’t lie, but think outside the box. If a job listing says they’re looking for a certain type of experience it doesn’t mean your experience has to be in the exact field or in the exact way the job requires. For example, I’m applying for a job that asks you be able to use tools, so I mentioned that I frequently use various tools in craft projects.
3.) I felt weird when I first started because it seemed like I was trying to make myself out to be more important to the office than I really am, but you are selling yourself and your skills. Try to think back over all of the stuff you’ve done and make a list of things you feel very confident with, or specific instances in which you did something that made a difference. Example: I put on my resume that I’m organized, and as an example mentioned that not long after starting I reorganized the way we store/file our papers, which made us more efficient. Would the office, or even our department have come to a grinding halt if I hadn’t done it? No. But it sure as hell saved us a lot of time when we had to go looking for something.
4.) My dad mentioned years ago that whenever he applied for a job he always called after a few days to see if the position was still open and to let them know he was still interested. If you’re having problems not hearing back from people you may need to poke them a bit so they know your interest in the position is serious.
Hopefully you can find something helpful in all of that rambling.
I've already gone over my resume with people. My parents were at a total loss, the same as me, and mentioned how much easier it was for them to get jobs. I'd love to just take the civil service test and get a government job with benefits, but all the government jobs I applied for never amounted to anything. The federal government during the Obama admin did tell me they wouldn't hire me because they were only hiring veterans, so after that I gave up on those jobs.
What is the job market like overall in your state right now? Is everyone struggling to find something, or are you just having a hard time breaking into a new career?
Telling me a group of people is comprised of "good" people does not magically make me stop being anxious around them. Forcing me into a situation that you know causes me anxiety does not cure my anxiety. Telling me not to be anxious does not make me stop being anxious.
This Muslim teen has the perfect response to everybody who told her she couldn’t be a ballerina
While the talented Stephanie Kurlow, now 14, continued to perform in films, musicals, and talent competitions, she was shocked to find that there were “no full-time ballet studios that readily accepted me wearing hijab.” So she did something about it.
Eleven years after the fall of Troy,
We, the old men--some of us nearly forty--
Met and talked on the sunny rampart
Over our wine, while the lizards scuttled
In dusty grass, and the crickets chirred.
Some bared their wounds;
Some spoke of the thirst, dry in the throat,
And the heart-beat, in the din of battle;
Some spoke of intolerable sufferings,
The brightness gone from their eyes
And the grey already thick in their hair.
And I sat a little apart
From the garrulous talk and old memories,
And I heard a boy of twenty
Say petulantly to a girl, seizing her arm:
"Oh, come away; why do you stand there
Listening open-mouthed to the talk of old men?
Haven't you heard enough of Troy and Achilles?
Why should they bore us for ever
With an old quarrel and the names of dead men
We never knew, and dull forgotten battles?"
And he drew her away,
And she looked back and laughed
As he spoke more contempt of us,
Being now out of hearing.
And I thought of the graves by desolate Troy
And the beauty of many young men now dust,
And the long agony, and how useless it all was.
And the talk still clashed about me
Like the meeting of blade and blade.
And as they two moved further away
He put an arm about her, and kissed her;
And afterwards I heard their gay distant laughter.
And I looked at the hollow cheeks
And the weary eyes and the grey-streaked heads
Of the old men--nearly forty--about me;
And I too walked away
In an agony of helpless grief and pity.
I want you to wear me
comfortably,
as you would a dress,
or the silver necklace that you wear
around your neck.
Comfortably, so that I am always
next to you:
but most important--
something you decide
each morning to select.
We who make stories know that we tell lies for a living. But they are good lies that say true things, and we owe it to our readers to build them as best we can. Because somewhere out there is someone who needs that story. Someone who will grow up with a different landscape, who without that story will be a different person. And who with that story may have hope, or wisdom, or kindness, or comfort.
And that is why we write.
I believe I have the right to think and say the wrong things. I believe your remedy for that should be to argue with me or to ignore me, and that I should have the same remedy for the wrong things that I believe you think.
I believe that you have the absolute right to think things that I find offensive, stupid, preposterous or dangerous, and that you have the right to speak, write, or distribute these things, and that I do not have the right to kill you, maim you, hurt you, or take away your liberty or property because I find your ideas threatening or insulting or downright disgusting. You probably think some of my ideas are pretty vile too.