Resume Woes

My resume's imperfect. I know this.

I also know that a bit of time off between jobs isn't unheard of, especially for people of my generation. Remember, when we graduated from college, the economy was dicey. People I know practically sold naming rights to their firstborns in exchange for shitty entry level jobs with zero benefits.

Plus, back then, the whole concept of "gap years" was coming into fruition. Suddenly that year off after high school or college to help child prostitutes in Southeast Asia (while perhaps scoring fine Asian hash during one's downtime) didn't seem so hippy dippy and odd anymore. It became normal, and in some quarters, expected.

Given that all of this is pretty much a given these days, I felt a bit squirmy today when asked about a couple of minor gaps on my res. In fact, I felt more exposed than at my last GYN appointment.

One resume gap was after my graduation..."What were you doing for those months?" the person asks.

Well, I was fucking enjoying not punching a clock and putting up with office bullshit. I traveled abroad (but not for long enough!). I relaxed. I miraculously found an apartment and a crazy roommate. But most importantly...I looked for a job, dammit.

Gone are the days where everyone you know goes straight from cap 'n gown to corporate clock punching. That I even had to explain myself kinda irked me. I mean, the questions are expected, but the whole tone of the questioning was sort of...I dunno...borderline accusatory.

If I sound a bit defensive, it's because I am. I never took a proper semester abroad or "gap year." Of course, on an academic calendar, then on the calendar of a recent grad, I enjoyed more work-free days than most working Americans. Duh. But believe it or not, I worked during most of my school vacations. And when I wasn't working, I wasn't exactly enjoying a carefree life. Even on my most exhilarating of travels, I always knew that the time to find a real job was just around the corner. And yes, finding that real job was every bit as hard as I'd suspected it would be. Perhaps even harder.

So just the idea of anyone looking at that time of my life in an even vaguely accusatory manner really gets my back up. I know how my friends and I busted ass to land jobs, and I remember all too well how we all suffered: the anxiety, the dashed hopes, the fears of bill collectors, and, perhaps worst of all, even the faintest idea of our parents saying that they'd "told ya so."

It's harder in today's world to realize one's dreams. This overpopulated is growing increasingly competitive and elitist. The jaded person in me thinks the "you can be anything you want to be" line is a load of crap.

But I guess for the young and naive, such platitudes are good motivators. What's saying? "Shoot for the stars. At the very least, you'll land on the moon."