To those of you that I asked to let me know when I get slack on posting on my blog, you’re fired. I’m still here, still alive and I’ve done my best not to completely fuck up my life anymore. Quite the opposite. Things are actually going pretty well and moving forward. Moving slowly, but forward. Kind of like the Veterans Administration, except they move slowly and sideways, but I’ll get to that.
First, it’s been a while but I wanted to introduce you to the recent giveaway book winners. Yep, that is plural, even though I only had one giveaway. The winner of my giveaway of Surviving Mental Illness Through Humor, Meg Hammil of Akron, Ohio was kind enough to send me a pic of her with her prize.
The second giveaway winner is, well . . . me. No, I did not give myself a book. Jeff over at Jeff and Jill Went Up The Hill was kind enough to let a computer program choose me at random to win my very own copy of The Big Book of Parenting Tweets put together by our good friend Kate Hall of Can I Get Another Bottle of Whine. So thank you very much to both Jeff and Kate!
Since you didn’t win because we all know who did, be sure and pick up your own copy using one of the links above. You won’t be sorry and I wasted far too much time trying to get those Amazon links to center in the post, so I give up and it’s time to move on.
I haven’t entirely been unmotivated. I’ve been struck with the “that would make a great blog post” itch on several occasions, but having been busy or otherwise occupied at the time, all of those itches failed to get scratched and then the idea was lost and forgotten and I’ll be damned if I have any idea what they were. You’d think I would carry around a notepad to jot this shit down, or actually put the notepad app on the iPhone to use, but no, I just let that shit fly away.
Instead I’ve returned to doing the stuff that I was doing before I flipped my life upside down a couple of months ago. Thanks to the Congressman, I’ve returned to work at the hospital where I was, doing the same thing I was doing before and with the same people. That’s the good part.
The bad part is that they have only allowed me to work 3 days a week and I have to spend the other 2 applying for any and all jobs that I can find, which I’ll take at this point because they’ll only give me 24 goddamn hours of work a week. I’ve also got to attend resume writing classes and interview skills classes.
It’s all part of the program, ya see. The program I got back into in order to hold me over until I can get hired permanently at the hospital, which is currently slated for August, but the people of the program don’t care about that. What they care about is that I blew the whistle on them to a Congressman that didn’t appreciate their bullshit and now they had to take me back in.
So they let me back in. Also, they are pissed about it, so they are going to go out of their way to make it as miserable for me as possible.
Fuck ’em. Two can play at that game.
On the upside of that, I’ve actually learned a few things about resume writing from the classes. For example, forget every fucking thing they ever taught you in high school about writing a resume. It’s all different now.
- Objective – Remember that introductory sentence or two full of bullshit that you were supposed to put at the top? Not anymore. Leave that shit off.
- Two pages or less rule – This still applies, however now they claim that all the most important stuff should be in the first 1/3 of the front page, so learn brevity or work with a microscopic font, it doesn’t matter, because . . .
- Nobody is actually going to read the fucking thing. It would seem that our resumes are now run through some kind of software that searches the resume for “keywords”. The computer then searches through the resume looking for certain words to pop up that are pre-determined by whoever is looking for new employees. The resumes are then separated by the computer into “possible hires” and “rejections”.
- Should your resume hit the “rejection” pile because you used the word “sorted” rather than “organized”, it is then either deleted or shredded, because guess what kids, no response at all is the new “we’re sorry, but you just don’t have the qualifications we are looking for.” You must be as polite as possible. The hiring entity, however, can be as rude as fucking possible and you just have to put up with that shit.
- Assuming the computer puts you in the “possible hires” pile, it is then passed to some idiot who isn’t going to look past the top 1/3 of the page and decide to hire you based on your name, email address and the last two jobs you had. That said, make sure you don’t use your firstname.lastname@example.org address on a resume.
- Do not put references or the words “references available upon request” on your resume. They have finally figured out that you always list your drinking buddies to pose as your former boss, so they don’t bother to waste their time anymore.
The one thing that hasn’t changed is that your resume should absolutely, positively be 125% bullshit. I don’t care if you are applying to do the laundry at a brothel, your resume had better make you look like Steve Jobs rode the short bus and licked the windows. Don’t forget to use the keywords “biologicals” and “protein stain” on that particular resume.
To keep this post from ending right here, let’s pretend you won the lottery and the machines have chosen you as a prospective employee. You are now faced with the interview. For the most part, the rules haven’t changed for the interview. Dress nicely, don’t be a dick and try not to scratch your balls. They have pretty much decided whether or not to hire you before you ever show up for the interview, so short of masturbating in their office or them noticing that the last 2/3rd’s of your resume are the lyrics to Right Here, Right Now by Jesus Jones, your fate was pre-determined.
At the end of the day, all that matters is that you look good on paper . . . to a computer. The Terminator movies were not as far off as we may have thought. The machines seem to be running the show.
I currently have about 17 resumes, each tailored with the appropriate keywords for different types of jobs. I could also give two shits about any of them because I still have my sights set on the job waiting for me in August. I have not discounted the possibility that I may not get it, but those chances are getting slimmer and slimmer by the day. I’ll survive and be able to get a job elsewhere if necessary. I just have to be smarter than the machines and pray to God nobody ever Googles my name or I’m fucked.
I think I’ll just use a pseudonym on my resume instead.
It’s good to be back. I’m feeling good and doing well and a million thanks to everyone that has been keeping up with me. I’ll be around here a little more often as things return to a little bit better than normal. I’ve missed everyone and really got a kick out of all the reports from BlogU on my Facebook feed. That is a goal I have for next year. I want to meet all those awesome bloggers.
In the meantime, I’ll keep chugging along doing what I gotta do.
I’ve become addicted to a game on my phone too, so if anyone is playing SimCity Buildit and has a Game Center or fake Facebook account to play it with, I really need expansion parts.
Oh, and cheese.
And bread rolls.
and probably a new 12-step program.
To the creators of this game . . .