Since I can't really decide if blogging or journaling was my favorite genre, I'm going to stick to my experience writing my very first resume. It'll probably come as a surprise that I didn't really need a resume until last year. In the earliest days of summer 2015, I was in the process of looking for an internship. I realized that almost every place required me to send in a resume. It only made sense for me to go the most experienced person I know– Hazel (aka my mother). She's always been, for lack of a better title, BO$$ Ass Bitch. She had me write down all of my accomplishments and everything I was involved in throughout high school up until that point. I was afraid I wouldn't have much to write down. When I started typing everything out, I ended up filling 2 whole pages of things I thought were important. My boy Blake did not hesitate to comment on the fact that I had never had a job and couldn't possibly have enough to fill 1, let alone 2 pages. My momma finally took a look at it and helped me weed out the things things that would help me stand out. We were able to fit it perfectly onto a single page. I sent my resume to a number of physical therapy clinics in the area. Within 24 hours, I got a few calls to come in for an interview. Part of me thought it was because of my wonderful resume, but part of me was also thinking about the fact that these clinics were just looking for free help. How would you feel if you needed some help and a person offered some without expecting to be paid? If I was on the other side of things I would jump at this opportunity in a second.
Regardless, I did get 3 interviews. Two were farther so I turned them down and ended up committing to an outpatient clinic about 15 minutes away from home. I waited to get my schedule to come in. Nothing. I emailed. I waited. I called a couple days later and the physical therapist emailed me back saying she would send me a schedule. A week had passed and there was still no schedule. I decided to reach out to the two other clinics that I had turned down a few weeks before. Of course the positions were filled by the time I called them back. I spent the rest of the summer calling other clinics and didn't have any luck. I finally accepted the fact that I wouldn't be able to volunteer over the summer.
I continued to work on my resume here and there, adding and changing things as I deemed necessary. I figured that I would just get an internship or a job once school started. While most of my friends have had countless jobs since we were about sixteen years old, I had my first official job last August. It was an on campus job and I think my resume got me the job. I didn't think my interview went as well as it could have gone, but I got the job anyway.
Anyways, that's the story of my first time writing a resume. I like the genre of resume writing. It's simple, clean, and direct. There's very little space to fluff. Resumes let an individual's work speak for the person. I love seeing all the cool things that a person does. The semester isn't quite over yet so I'll still see ya beautiful faces in class.I'm out this blog.
