It is 11:53 PM and I’ve spent the past two days being An Adult.
I went to IKEA with Taylor (his version of Disneyland) and discovered we have nothing together and will probably strangle each other when it’s time to decorate a home. I hugged and said goodbye to my college friends and hugged and said hello to some high school friends. Taylor and I found five apartments that we are going to go see tomorrow. I have spent the last four hours working on my resume.
The resume has been trying. I have had little experience trying to find a Career (as it is different from a Job) and I’m suddenly discovering that I’m rather in over my head. I have the advantage of living with four successful and business-savvy people, all folks who have interviewed and hired employees in the past. My sister Casey (a manager at a start up manufacturing company), my brother-in-law Mike (a manager at a bank and the district’s Mr. Fix-It for troubled branches), my father Bilbo Baggins (a jack-of-all trades in the business realm), and my mother Leah, who wears many hats at her job in a college office, many of them being rather ugly, uncomfortable hats that I’m not sure that she is paid enough to wear.
I sat down with my laptop in the living room after Casey and Mike had put their baby daughter to bed and asked for some advice on creating a comprehensive resume. What I received was not unlike asking for a glass of water and being promptly pitched into a lake. Everyone had an avalanche of excellent suggestions on everything from what to include under experience to how to frame the idea of customer service in an interview. Everyone except my mother, who was distracted by travel plans and conscious of her youngest daughter being easily overwhelmed. Did you know that all resumes aren’t to get you a job, they’re to get you an interview? I didn’t. Did you know that there are a number of interviewing techniques that professionals use to test their interviewees reactions to uncomfortable situations? I didn’t know that either. How about the tidbit about…oh, Jesus, I can’t even think of the third thing, which is sending me into a mild panic, because I know there were fourth things and twenty-seventh things, all things that I really should know and advice that many business majors would kill for, and I can’t remember more than two.
I talk about this resume advice like it was a bad thing – it wasn’t. It was just…an extremely significant amount of a good thing. I kept being tempted to ask my family to wait while I got a pen, paper and could they please hold on while I tie this noose the light fixture and find a chair to kick away? It was all quite helpful, and emphasized how little I already knew.
Tonight I was exposed to the fact that I am suddenly entering into a very demanding and specific world. I’m not sure that my experience as a writer and limitless ability to memorize theme songs from the 90’s will be enough for this.
Tomorrow will be apartments. This is, at least, a step.