Thursday, November 11, 2010
I’ve spent the last two weeks engaged in a humbling and yet empowering exercise…updating my resume.
Let’s start with the why. Just in case you haven’t spent 30 seconds in my physical presence recently and therefore haven’t had to hear me and the constant narration of the voices in my head. As it happens, there is a job opening at my high school for an Alumni Programs Manager.
I know, right? When I left the university to go back into the marketing world I was pretty sure that part of my career was over. I always attributed at least a portion of my passion for the advancement field to my passion for my Alma Matter. I feel pretty confident that the door is open if I ever wanted to return there, but unlike a lot of advancement folks I don’t have any interest in university hopping. I want to stay in Boise. And as much as I’m trying to get on board the “lets all be friends” bandwagon, I don’t really want to go work for Boise State. I guess I figured that ship had sailed.
But now my other Alma Matter needs someone who can do, well, everything I can do. I have to throw my name in that hat!
Of course I am incredibly nervous about reentering the world of grown ups. If I am the successful candidate I am going to have to go shopping for something other than yoga pants. Actually, I might have to do that just to get through the interview…
But I’m getting ahead of myself.
First you have to write a resume, right? I dug mine out and realized that it’s been almost 11 years since I’ve applied for a job. In 1999, when I was hired at the University of Idaho I listed Outlook as a software in which I was proficient on my resume. And if I recall, that was a gold star in the interview.
Starting the process of writing your resume is always a little like laying bare your soul. I never feel like its adequate much less impressive until I’ve made a huge jumbled list of responsibilities and started to organize them into a cohesive picture of who I am as a professional. Once I do that it’s like, whoa…I was good at that. I was really good at that. And I loved it. Plus, I’m so old now that my resume can legitimately be 2 pages long. It’s easier to cover 14 years of work experience when you aren’t limited to bullet points and 12 synonyms for “created.”
Mr. G and I have had a bunch of “what I want to be when I grow up” conversations over the last couple of years. I felt like my 2 years at home with the kids left me so far in the dust where technology and marketing were concerned. (He never agreed.) It seemed to me like the thing I was best at in the whole wide world was so specific and niche that it would never be useful again. (Well, yes. I can make custom designed nametags and table cards in less than 30 seconds. Why do you ask? Facebook? Facebook is my playground. Of course I have the phone number to the convention center on speed dial…) I wouldn’t trade my time working with my hubby, or my time with my kids for anything. But I can’t say I haven’t worried that I gave up the job that was perfect for me.
Mr. G says he always knew another job would be perfect for me. Wouldn’t it be nice to always have everyone else’s confidence in you?
I’m not going to lie. My head swims when I think of going back to work before both kids are in school. But then Sweet William asks if he can go to preschool everyday. Or Sweet Pea says that she would like to do that afterschool program at her school. And I think, I can do this. I can ROCK THIS.
So wish me luck.