Sunday, August 29, 2010

Life in the country

Pulled up at the compound earlier and startled a mother deer and her fawn. The mother jumped over the fence, but Junior didn't make it. Mom's out back eating grass now, while the fawn is staggering around the front looking confused.

Recognizing that I shouldn't anthropomorphize the animal kingdom, I feel guilty. It's possible I wouldn't have prospered in the 19th century despite my high scores on Oregon Trail

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Hello Austin employers

I been healthyin' it up lately. Getting out before eight, and getting some breakfast on before a real long run around the neighborhood. I'm not going anywhere, just straight-up running. And if you wanted to spend an hour or so working on a metaphor about how running around the neighborhood not going anywhere was like the job search, well, that'd be two of us. I've got the frustration meter at about a 96 right now. I could be talked into going higher.

So almost 500 resumes later, I can't help but notice that I send these applications and carefully crafted cover letters out, and then spend the rest of the day staring at my inbox and making follow-up calls. Some of you have neglected to write back with your own awesome ideas about what I could do for employment.

People!

I'm not sure what my return on investment is with the enormous time sink of applying for jobs, It's clear that something is going on with how people find employment. I mean, think about it. Is there anyone who reads this who doesn't know brilliant, talented people who can't seem to get untracked? Someone who does everything right, has the skills and credentials, and then can't even get an auto-reply, let alone an interview.

So I know-unlock the animal within, find the hidden job market, send letters, network network network, blog, tweet, create a careful construct online and get people to think that your avatar is just the most employable thing ever.

I even had one person tell me in all seriousness that Farmville networking was the best way to find employment. I said no thanks to that mess. I read the Grapes of Wrath in eighth grade, and I think digital Joad Brothers ends in tears.

I've rewritten my resume so many different times that I'm not even sure I recognize myself in the bullet points anymore. I'm done doing that.

So here's the thing, people. I actually know what I'm doing around sales, marketing, new products et al. You name the business problem and I've probably worked on it. Extensively.

I've got some fancy educational credentials, if you like that kind of thing. And if you're still reading this post (hi Mom!) and think that you maybe want hear a little more about why I can help you with your project, assignments, sales, then by all means, get in touch. I've made things happen everywhere I've gone and I'm not letting something like a resume scanner stop me.