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asato_muraki) wrote2008-11-06 11:18 am
asato_muraki) wrote2008-11-06 11:18 am
Cover Letters and things
It seems most of the employment agencies don't want me because I'm over-qualified. Same with the holiday retail positions. They're certain I'll quit a placement as soon as something better comes along.
They are probably right, but I still think it would be awesome to work at Kohl's. *giggle*
Wrote a resume cover letter for a nice HR position for which I believe I am well qualified. No word yet on going back to Federal service. I would do it. I was good at that job, even though it was rather soul-crushing at times. I think -- and this is a tad embarrassing to admit -- that I really sort of enjoyed it when things got dicey.
I loved calming down crazy people, subduing irate nutters with words and the power of my personal aura. *giggle-wink* Seriously, though, there were only two times in my whole career when I couldn't persuade someone to be reasonable. One was a woman who had convinced herself that I was the reason her son left his wife and baby. (I'd never clapped eyes on any of them, and I was young and unprepared for that level of wackness. I think I could handle her easily now, but she was my first utterly delusional case that appeared to be completely normal on the surface.) The other was a fellow having some sort of psychotic break. I was not involved directly in dealing with him, but I helped get the rest of the people out of the line of fire. (He was throwing things, ranging from staplers to computers to furniture, not shooting, but it was still dangerous.) And no, I'm not any sort of mental health professional-- I'm just good at finessing people.
The worst part of my job was that I didn't get to do that enough. I was good at THAT. The paperwork was tedious, but the dangerous crazies were fun. I even kind of enjoyed the bomb threats.
Heh. I guess I'll just see what falls to hand. Honestly, I think I'm going to enjoy the job hunt. Background check? I've been vetted by the FBI, bitches!
(Okay, I just may be losing it.)
***
Now I need to polish that consarned short story one more time, and find a market to ship that puppy out. Of course, that means another *sigh* cover letter, but it has become more of an issue of just GET IT AWAY FROM ME, than "Oh, my precious little snowflake of a story, make mommy proud."
*shakes fist* Stupid *&&%$ TREES! *mutters incoherently*
They are probably right, but I still think it would be awesome to work at Kohl's. *giggle*
Wrote a resume cover letter for a nice HR position for which I believe I am well qualified. No word yet on going back to Federal service. I would do it. I was good at that job, even though it was rather soul-crushing at times. I think -- and this is a tad embarrassing to admit -- that I really sort of enjoyed it when things got dicey.
I loved calming down crazy people, subduing irate nutters with words and the power of my personal aura. *giggle-wink* Seriously, though, there were only two times in my whole career when I couldn't persuade someone to be reasonable. One was a woman who had convinced herself that I was the reason her son left his wife and baby. (I'd never clapped eyes on any of them, and I was young and unprepared for that level of wackness. I think I could handle her easily now, but she was my first utterly delusional case that appeared to be completely normal on the surface.) The other was a fellow having some sort of psychotic break. I was not involved directly in dealing with him, but I helped get the rest of the people out of the line of fire. (He was throwing things, ranging from staplers to computers to furniture, not shooting, but it was still dangerous.) And no, I'm not any sort of mental health professional-- I'm just good at finessing people.
The worst part of my job was that I didn't get to do that enough. I was good at THAT. The paperwork was tedious, but the dangerous crazies were fun. I even kind of enjoyed the bomb threats.
Heh. I guess I'll just see what falls to hand. Honestly, I think I'm going to enjoy the job hunt. Background check? I've been vetted by the FBI, bitches!
(Okay, I just may be losing it.)
***
Now I need to polish that consarned short story one more time, and find a market to ship that puppy out. Of course, that means another *sigh* cover letter, but it has become more of an issue of just GET IT AWAY FROM ME, than "Oh, my precious little snowflake of a story, make mommy proud."
*shakes fist* Stupid *&&%$ TREES! *mutters incoherently*