Showing posts from January, 2011

Making (brain) waves

My valiant effort to read and review "Guerrilla Marketing for Job Hunters 2.0" conked out somewhere around the third chapter. It's a jam-packed read, and thus a bit overwhelming. This certainly isn't a pat-on-the-head, you're-doing-the-best-you-can book. I'm (gasp) taking notes. So reading the book is taking quite a bit longer than I expected. It probably also wasn't wise to try to tandem read "For Whom The Bell Tolls."
Stay tuned for the final review.


While not entirely advisable, some job-seekers take what I call the ABBA approach. Just beware the adverse side-effects. See 2:46 for the crazy eyes that you don't want to flash at the hiring manager, and 3:28 for the jig you should stow for the interview. The jury's still out on the thigh-high boots.

Reef Breaks

It's your fifth day on the couch, cuddled up with your laptop. You're trying to sell yourself without sounding cheap, which is difficult considering it's 3:30 p.m. and you're still in your penguin pajamas. The momentary glee from browsing travel sites is dampened by the realization that you're spending your vacation fund on your student loans (oh, the agony!). Those wretched AES people may be surfing the Banzai Pipeline, but you're stuck surfing job sites. What to do? Beside attempting to rig a contest so your nemesis wins a lifetime supply of Marmite, you can catch up on reading. Off to Amazon with ye!

Against my better judgment, I binge-bought job-searching books to see if they'd really help me land that glittering, light-from-heaven, angels-singing job. I intend to report back my findings to see if they smooth out job surfing, or just plain wipeout. Here are the victims:

What Color is Your Parachute? 2011 by Richard N. Bolles
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Theme Songs

Everyone needs a theme song for job hunting, so here's my favorite. I find it interesting that although Winston is British, he employs an American western theme.


Thus begins 2011: time to update resumes, cover letters, network like crazy and madly troll the Interwebz, kiddos. Wishing you all the best in your searches. For now, I'm cuddled up with the newest issue of Real Simpleton and yearning to creatively re-purpose my trouser socks.