
Resume’s terrify me. It’s irrational and irritating, but it’s true. For as long as I can remember, the words “submit your resume” have filled me with the same kind of panic that most people associate with root canals or major surgery.
Even more of a stumbling block for me is that now I am having to write resumes about my writing skills, not the web design skills that have kept me afloat up until this point. I’ve entered a new career field where I am no longer well established. I can’t just point out that I’ve held 22 positions in three companies and worked my way from upper management to owner of my own company. I have to start over.
The part of this that frustrates me the most is that if you were to simply ask me what it is that I’ve been doing with my live for the past few years I could tell you easily:
- 2007 – Present : Owner and sole writer for Cooking, by the seat of my Pants; a food and cooking blog with 866 articles and a readership in the thousands per day.
- 2007 – Present : Owner and sole author for JerryDRussell.com, a blog about blogging
- 2008 – Present : Owner and sole author for A Father Speaks. A blog about Family, Autism and the challenges associated with it
- 2007 – Present : Ghost Writer on several projects of 50,000 words (NDA agreements preclude specifics)
- 2004 – 2007 : Owner and sole author for ADHDFamilies.org – Now retired. 500 articles published
This is who I am and what I do, but when I try to put that information in the form of a resume, I choke. It can take days or weeks for me to get the information penned in a way that makes me happy.
I don’t understand where the fear of resume’s came from. i’ve worked in positions that required resume’s and portfolio for the past 15 years, but yet I still get a knot in my stomach every time I find the need to update or write a new C.V.
Maybe its because I started out in the workforce in the blue collar world. Resume’s weren’t needed then. You simply showed up and asked the foreman if he needed anyone on the crew. Resume’s were for white collar workers. You know, desk jockey’s. Those guys that got paid to sit around all day.
I know now that they worked just as hard as I did, but that doesn’t change the thinking pattern that started when I was younger and pounding nails all day. I know it needs to be done in the world I live in now, because I am one of those guys who gets paid to sit around all day.
I’ll do it, but it’s going to take a lot of coffee.
Are there any seemingly simple tasks that you despise? I’m sure everyone despises doing something that others find simple. I’d love to hear your secret work-related fears. At least we’ll know we’re in it together.
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