“I’m a bum.” That was the answer I gave to someone who asked what I do yesterday. He pressed on asking what I put on my resume. Here was my answer (rant):

“Resume? Resume!? I don’t write resumes! Why should I? ‘Here you go sir, here’s my resume so you can judge and rate me and grade me. Am I acceptable to you? Am I fit to work beneath you and take your orders?’ No, thanks! Dude, I don’t write resumes! Why should I humble and demean myself by submitting myself for approval or rejection like a bad high school essay to be all marked up in red and given an arbitrary grade? Does that make any sense to you? It doesn’t to me.”

That was enough for him drop the subject. Now, I just have to work on making those statements justifiable since I have been sending out quite a few resumes lately and I feel just a little hypocritical. But you know … I don’t care. I enjoyed that rant, it was worth it and I want it to be true. It was nice to pretend for a while.