You know what sucks?

[obliviousally_lj]

When you're writing up a resume and you realize that you've accomplished absolutely nothing with your life so far. And, what you have done, you're absolutely horrible with putting into the right words to make it look good.

And the longest part of my resume so far isn't even my art stuff. It's my education. Not because I've done alot of extra stuff in school but because I've moved so goddamn much.

Go me. :/

Hell, I've gotten my last two or three jobs just cause I flashed some cleavage and acted peppy. My actual experience doesn't count for shit unless I'm an honors student who'll kiss ass all the way to the top and not care about it.

Fucking christ, do I hate resumes.

I mean, unless I luck out and get to do exactly what I want to do, I'd rather be doing factory or manual labor work. No customers, no asshats, no stupid fucks thinking they know everything. I don't have to be bothered by anyone except at lunch and during work, all I hear is the hum of the machines.

Comments

[sonofberkowitz.livejournal.com]

Look at resumes as a chance to be creative. Like I told you before, it's not about what you actually did, but what kind of spin you can put on it.

And don't knock cleavage. Cleavage got me where I am today.

[obliviousally.livejournal.com]

Yes, that'd be great, if my creativity hadn't ran for the hills earlier this week. Hurrah. :/

And you have cleaveage?

[nachitor.livejournal.com]

All the sexiest men have cleavage.

[obliviousally.livejournal.com]

.... *squints*

[nachitor.livejournal.com]

What?

*jiggle*

[obliviousally.livejournal.com]

OH SWEET HOLY GOD! *dies*

[doomflower.livejournal.com]

I have a super book that shows exactly how to make a terrific resume out of any work history (or lack of same). Next time you guys come over, I'll show it to you.

[obliviousally.livejournal.com]

Sweeeeet.