I want to share a bit of my story. I don’t have any great advice or insight, but maybe the idea that we are not alone can, you know, help people feel not alone.
A few (or many) years ago, I had a role that I loved. I held a…
Okay, so, I get it. Technology is advancing super fast and Covid has totally changed the employment game, but I think we may be reaching a breaking point. I want to talk about three items that have been arising in the application round.
First, the pre-screen questions
At first, I…
I just read this article, Generalists versus Specialists, and have shared it like a million places because it uncovered this simple yet buried insecurity that I think I have been carrying around for years. Carrying it around not just in my professional life, but in my personal life as well.
If we keep with the two main pieces of resume advice that seem to be universally agreed upon, one keep it to one page and two, stay streamlined and focus on keywords.
So then, where do I start? What do I include in my story? What do I leave out…
So, I have watched the webinars, read the blogs, listened to the podcasts, downloaded the guides, filled out the exercises to absorb all the advice. And I am utterly confused.
Did Covid totally change the game? Or have I just been playing with a different set of rules?
So, here I am, at the beginning of a journey.
To look back, assess, and figure out what my next steps are.
I am on the other side of the recruiting and hiring table (and I am thankful that I put some good karma out there when I was searching for candidates).
So where do I begin?
How do I know where I want to end?
How do I re-find and redefine my professional self?
When did I become lost?
I am searching.
I am open.
I am free.
I am lost.
I am excited.
I am terrified.
I am confident.
I am full of self-doubt.
Everything is a possibility.
I don’t know where to start.
I suppose, I am starting here.
Listen :: The Bouncing Souls :: The Freaks, Nerds, and Romantics
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The Freaks, Nerds, and Romantics:
A Punk Rock Prom
Flashes bounce off
spiked bracelets and studded belts
as we pose for pictures
in the alleyway behind Metro.
Our hair dyed to match
our Salvation Army dresses –
taffeta frills and bows overtake
shoulders and obscure faces.
Suspenders clipped on worn out Dickies
Fiend skulls show through
ripped button down shirts
tattoos stick out
of shirt collars and spaghetti straps.
A suped-up Civic turns
into the alley
jerks to a stop — Freaks.
They shout from behind tinted windows.
against the concrete
and crack against bodies
yolk oozes onto skin and satin.
We hurl stones — they throw
bounce the car in reverse
off the windshield
ping the hood
nick the paint.