Week 18 Poetic Exploration
The Free Form Poem |
I wonder about resumes I wonder about resume's. If I was told, "You must get to the top, be a supervisor, succeed, build your resume" would I buy into the frenzy? Should I? I wonder about my resume. What does it need to say about my lifetime accomplishments? And to what job am I ultimately applying? Can I take the resume with me when I die, or is it left for my children to use as a road map for the future? Their future? Or perhaps it could be a list of things to avoid in their future? I wonder about this resume. Perhaps I should list how many people I've tried to influence, or how many I've accidentally influenced, by just being myself? Or not myself? What about frequent job changes? If my profession was writing, should I list only my publications, and should I write and only write, afraid to pick up a paint brush, for it might make me appear a bit indecisive? Non-committal? ADHD? I wonder about that section where you list your charity activities, you know, "active in this church or that, mission work for a month in China, Habitat for Humanity, everything I'd ever done for someone else." I know, perhaps I should write down every pair of shoes or discarded clothing I've donated to the Salvation Army, with a receipt stamped and dated in case the IRS needs proof? Is this required on my resume? Or perhaps a note will do, one that says "I gave what I had, when I was so moved, but I lost the receipt. Guess it wasn't that important to me afterall." That would sound a bit irresponsible and careless to a future employer, don't you think? I don't know about all the rules about effective resume writing. All I know is that life is happening now, as I write this. And I'd like to add on my resume that this poem, ever so long and confusing, gave you pause. That you will think of it when you have to choose between wrestling with your kids or checking your email, or between dancing in a layer of spilled flour with a two year old, or just rushing to clean it up. That perhaps you considered that this resume, your resume, could be held in the hands of a young graduate twenty years from now, or sixty, or long after you are gone. I wonder about resumes, mine, yours, and what they would say if they could sum a whole life up on one 8 1/2 by 11 sheet of paper, devoid of frills and perfumes, wrinkled, folded up in a pocket with edges worn, or delicately pressed in a Bible (or a heavy encyclopedia)? I wonder about resumes. Reckon I'd better starting living one before it's too late. Perhaps, I'll be too busy building my life to worry much about what other people think when they read my resume. Oops, I forgot about the references. Guess it does matter what people think or maybe it just matters what I have done and what they will say about my actions afterwards. SWPoet (Brandy) Week 18 Free Form Poem Poetic Explorations |