Do you remember writing your first resume? I do. I worked with the college career center to create my document. This is when we still had library classes and I don’t remember templates being a thing. I do remember that using good paper was a big deal, which is kind of funny now in this digital world where most of us never see a paper resume. But that’s not my point.
My point is that I mostly remember feeling helpless. I grew up in a family where everyone was a teacher or in the military. They weren’t exactly resume writers and surely didn’t know what corporate America was looking for. They knew how to go up the ranks and get a pension. But that wasn’t for me.
Every time I would look for a new job, I went back to this document. I would add to it, edit a little, and try to make myself look good, but really I was operating off of things I found on the internet. I didn’t know how to explain my skills to anyone else — I was just told I was good at a few things and I assumed those people knew what I was good at better than I did. They actually had a job and I was still applying, after all.
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