Tonight Tess offered to help me with my resume.
I haven’t had a resume for…a long time. I think I had one in high school for some sort of assignment. Possibly to appease my father, who is a man of many hats, but EACH of those hats has three impressive references. Someday I’ll do a post about Dad and the many pies he has fingers in.
Having gone so long without ‘resuming’ means that I am distinctly out of practice when it comes to knowing what is useful, what isn’t, and how to translate my scattered, poetical thoughts into professional jargon. Tess helped greatly with this.
Tess: “Okay. What did you do before being a barista?”
Me: “I had a workstudy job at Syracuse.”
Tess: “Doing what?”
Me: “I was…I watched the kids make sculptures while I did my homework?”
Tess: “Okay. We’re, uh…we’re not going to say that. How else can we say that?”
Me: “I had the keys to the dangerous places.”
Tess: “Right. Okay. We’re not saying that either. You supervised student work and oversaw the maintenance of tools and equipment.”
This is the sort of linguistic fairydust I need to transfer my babbling into what I actually did.
In other news, I finally settled on a new purse! AND a new wallet! Pictures coming soon!