Monday, December 18, 2006
In every individual, there will always lie something that will irk a sense of depression and helplessness. It can be a recurring memory, triggered by the observation of certain events or objects. It can be a certain ideal the person upholds, no matter how illogical it may seem to others. It can be a person, who indirectly imposes a sense of superiority above you. It can be you, and it can be me.
I can't help but say that I've been feeling utterly defeated these days. In my quest to search for a job, I feel like I keep slamming into the wall, while the lights are still on, and the sun still generous with her share of light for illumination. And no, I'm not wearing black eye patches over both my eyes. Sure, I'm not exactly a fresh graduate from polytechnic or university, whereby they will have the justified hunger in searching for a job, but still, I want in. It's hard when all you've got are your 'A' Level certificate, junior college testimonial and your NAPFA result slip. Even a resume doesn't seem impressive with that kind of line-up. It does not help that there are quite a substantial jobs that specifically requires, or subtly suggests, the need to know or speak another language here, which in this case, refers to the chinese language. I'm not complaining. It's just, hard for me to meet that requirement, even though I hold a blood relation to that. I feel like jumping out my window now, fall straight to hell, ask the devil for a second chance to do that again, return to my room, take my guitar, rent a private jet, a finally jump off it with only my guitar and pick, and play john mayer songs until I reach my doom. (Note to self: Possible suicide scenario. Sounds cool.)
Anyway, let's get back on track. The reason why I'm writing this is because I got to see a real resume. A top grade one, mind you, with professionalism written on every square inch of it. (Note to self: That might be quite a nice background for a resume. Hmmm) I was in awe the moment I read it. And I must applaud that person, for opening my eyes. For showing that I still have a long road to go in terms of excelling in the working world. Truly, I am thanking you from the bottom of my heart. Although it threw me back down to Earth (okay, maybe a little deeper), I am filled with content to know that you will excel. I'm sure of it. And I know you've worked exceptionally hard for it, and I'm proud of you. This reality check was what I needed to burn that fire in me again. The one I've always had. Competitiveness. I admit, I am that sort of person. Again, I thank you, so please, accept this gratitude from me without a tinge of humility. You truly deserve it.
I shall proclaim this day Resume day. It shall be a public holiday once I become the nation's president. In view of such a joyous occasion, the best resume of the year shall be picked and written in gold paper, with a circular stamp of 'Excellent' with five stars by me (yes, the primary school edition), and shall be preserved in the National Museum. The person will receive the medal of honour for his/her bravery in writing such a daring resume, and shall be rewarded with a 10D/10N stay in Europe, in any country he chooses, accompanied by a butler for personal needs, a banker for financial needs and a lawyer, just in case he/she gets into trouble.
If you've read this far, you should know, I'm talking gibberish on that last part. Or am I? (Start voting for my presidency now?)