Failed: Resumé writing 101

Yesterday I was supposed to attend a resumé seminar, but the instructor didn't think I was ready. I made the mistake of waffling for a moment over what kind of job this particular resumé would be designed for. Uncertainty was not welcome in her seminar. She sent me back to the employment advisor.

I met this woman a few years ago when I started my own business. She is stupid, intolerant and a poor listener. She didn't like me then. She has probably forgotten me, but she still doesn't like me. The job counseling service should not set her loose on confused, unemployed people, but undoubtedly their budget is limited.

I should have stood my ground and stayed for the seminar. Once again, I went with the flow and didn't realize until later, I could have said no.

Fortunately my advisor was more helpful, gave me additional homework and set up a time to work on my resumé one-on-one next week. But I came home demoralized, wondering if I am unemployable.

The bad part was I didn't feel like writing. I didn't even want to post to LJ or read about anyone else's life. By evening I persuaded myself to do so. Withdrawal is not a displeasure I can afford.

I still managed to put the day to good use. All morning I scoured internet employment sites for greenhouse and landscaping jobs, which is one of my interests. In the process I turned up several proofreading and copy editing jobs which didn't seem to require much experience (I have plenty of experience, but a big gap in my employment history). That would be ideal, but my chances of finding something in that field in Guelph are undoubtedly slim.

In the afternoon I cleaned house in anticipation of Danny djjo's arrival for a weekend visit.

Light rain fell throughout the night. In the past hour it has turned heavy. The middle of the storm is supposed to reach Toronto at noon, while Danny is on the bus. I'm going downtown to meet him at the terminal, likely getting soaked in the last vestiges of Isabel.

If you don't hear from me this weekend, don't worry. It could mean we got washed away, but more likely I will be dissolving my frustrations in the most pleasurable employment possible. I have no complaint about staying indoors for the next 24 hours.

Irony

We can penetrate any mystery, cut down any obstacle, defeat boredom and confusion, resolve any misunderstanding, weather any sorrow, laugh at misfortune, grow wise through our frailties, forgive ignorance and injustice, abolish fundamentalism, love any enemy, even smile at death itself, with Irony. What a happier place this world would be if half of us, and even one in ten politicians, had a healthy sense of humour.