It feels weird to feel discarded by my company. I went from being very busy to having nothing to do. Ironically, I received a small recognition from work this week. It came with a bit of money. It’s not big money but every bit will help. I use the free time to work on my resume. I’ve done one which I can use for applying jobs internally. The external one(s) is a mess. Despite working on and off on it for a few months, it’s still a disaster.
My colleague said his first draft was about 5 pages. I’m going to keep mine to 1 to 2 pages at the most. What’s challenging is writing about myself. I’m not one to brag about myself. Whatever accomplishments I’ve had, I know they are the result of other people helping.
A few weeks ago, I looked at an ex colleague’s LinkedIn and couldn’t believe the bs she wrote. I trained her and she left when it became clear she couldn’t handle the job. But you won’t know it from looking at her LinkedIn profile. The only fact was her job title. I found another ex colleague’s LinkedIn profile. How the heck does he get away with writing such fiction? He’s got an MBA now. I have no idea if he was just lying, exaggerating or delusional about his accomplishments and responsibilities.
I know I have to brag a bit about myself and sell myself. I like to quietly put myself in front of others, chat a bit, gain their trust and let my accomplishments do the talking. But that’s not going to happen in today’s world.
So I’m gonna put on some lipstick, shave my legs, chest and other unsightly areas, suck in my gut and slut it up. It’s kinda like getting ready for Pride. Sigh.